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Breaking Bad (season 5)

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Breaking Bad (2008–2013) was a critically acclaimed American AMC drama about a 50-year-old high school chemistry teacher, Walter White, (played by Bryan Cranston) who discovers that he has terminal lung cancer. Walter decides to use his extensive knowledge of chemistry to enter the drug trade and produce crystal methamphetamine, using the profits to provide for his family after his death. The term to "break bad" is American Southeast slang meaning to turn against one's previously lawful lifestyle for one of criminal acts, usually at the cost of someone else's life or well-being.

Live Free or Die [5.01]Edit

Walter: You going to show...I don't know...some kind of mild relief that I'm alive?
Skyler: I am relieved Walt. And scared.
Walter: Scared? Scared of what?
Skyler: You.

Walter: Mike. Where is the laptop?
Mike: What the hell difference does it make? They got it, end of story.
[Walter looks at Mike.]
Mike: [scoffs] APD Northwest Area Command on Second. They tagged it, they filed it. It's in the system, and they locked it in their evidence room.
Walter: All right. All right, so describe the building.
Mike: [chuckles] Describe it? How about how you describe Fort Knox? And what are you going to do? Are you going to put on your black leotard and go dangling on the clothesline? It's a building full of cops, what else do you need to know? And why in the hell am I talking to you?
[Mike turns to leave]
Jesse: Mike, we gotta do something.
Mike: I am doing something!
Jesse: He's good with this stuff, okay? Just give him a chance.
Mike: Hey look, that laptop might as well be on the Moon. They build these evidence rooms like bank vaults, because guess what? Lunatics like you want to break into 'em. But unlike a bank vault, this is a place that is guarded twenty-four hours a day by the police. There's no way you're getting it out of there.
Walter: Who said that we have to get it out of there? We just need to destroy what's on it.
Mike: Oh, so now you want to blow up a police station?
Walter: I don't believe I said that, no.
Mike: Nursing home full of old folks just whet your appetite, now you want to kill a bunch of cops?
Walter: I never said anything about killing anybody. I am, however, considering the possibility of a device.
Mike: A device?
Walter: Yes, a small device. Say this device gets filed into evidence, now it is inside that room.
Jesse: What about a magnet?
Mike: You want to commit a whole other crime just to get this bomb of yours into evidence?
Walter: Bo— Who said bomb? I said a device...
Jesse: Yo, what about like a magnet?
Walter: ...an incendiary device. One quick fire is all it would take.
Mike: You don't think they have fire suppression? I'm not talking about sprinklers, I'm talking about halon, because halon doesn't destroy evidence.
Jesse: A magnet though, maybe—
Walter: Right, so a bomb then. Maybe we plant a bomb outside.
Mike: Oh, actually I knew a crew out of Fort Worth that tried to blow up an evidence room from outside. 'Bout all they did was take out a couple of hedges. You are probably talking about two feet of reinforced concrete.
Walter: Right, then we—
Jesse: Or, what about a magnet?
Walter: What magnet? What about it?
Jesse: You know, it's just like... [imitates the laptop impacting on a wall]

[Walter, Jesse, and Mike drive away from the APD outpost after using an industrial magnet to wreck an evidence room.]
Jesse: Yeah! Bitch!
Mike: Shut up!
Jesse: Oh! Yeah!
Mike: What exactly are you celebrating? You left the truck behind!
Walter: So what?
Mike: "So what?" So what if they find prints? What if they trace it back to the wrecking yard?
Walter: They won't. There's no prints. I made sure of that. There's no paperwork on the truck, the magnet, or the batteries. Untraceable salvage, all of it. I made sure of that, too.
Mike: Well, you got all the answers. So you tell me, answer man: did all that even work just now?
Walter: Yes. It worked.
Mike: I'm supposed to take that on faith, yeah? Why? How do we know?
Walter: Because I say so.

Saul: All right, so first off, I'm not a marriage counselor. Nor do I take sides in this thing. And not taking sides, mind you, but you did put her in charge of your money. Which I advised against, if you'll recall. All of which is not to be construed as an "I told you so." I'm just walking you through my mental process, so to speak.
[Walter sits silently.]
Saul: So she comes to me with a problem, that she's been cooking Beneke's books. He's in dutch with the IRS, and once they audit, it's rio de caca for the both of them. To which I say, "Hey, let's involve Walt in this discussion." To which she says no, says cut Beneke a check so he can pay off the IRS. Again, not taking sides, but she really was trying to protect you. [beat] A little feedback here might be nice.
Walter: "Let's involve Walt in this discussion."
Saul: Yeah, that's what I told her. She said no.
Walter: And you didn't argue the point? You didn't think to contact me?
Saul: [scoffs] You were a tad preoccupied at the time, if you will recall.
Walter: Okay. So you took it upon yourself to give away $622,000 of my money to a man who had been sleeping with my wife.
Saul: She's my client, same as you. Does this arrangement get a little tricky at times? Absolutely. But I try my best, you know – ethically, mind you – my duty is your—
Walter: "Ethically?" I'm sorry, I must be hearing things. Did you actually just use the word "ethically" in a sentence? You're not Clarence Darrow, Saul. You're a two-bit, bus-bench lawyer. And you work for me.
Saul: Yeah, well Clarence Darrow never had a client like you ask him for something... [Saul retrieves the ricin cigarette, in a plastic bag, from his desk.] ...like this, okay? I put my ass on the line for you. Huell too, huh? He's got fingers like hot dogs. He coulda easily bust this in two and killed everyone in the office. But do I complain? No. Beg, borrow, or steal, I am your Huckleberry. I go the extra mile. Only you never told me that kid would wind up in the hospital! You know, take that thing and get the hell out of here. You and me, we're done.
[Walter rises from his seat and menacingly advances on Saul]
Saul: What are you– Hey. Hey.
[Walter corners Saul and leans into his face]
Walter: We're done when I say we're done.

Walter: [to Skyler] I forgive you.

Madrigal [5.02]Edit

Mike: [regarding Walt's new business proposal] Thanks, but no thanks.
Walter: [beat] Mike, I know you don't care for me. We've had our issues, you and I. But, I would suggest that you leave emotion out of this decision.
Mike: I am. You...are trouble. [leans forward] I'm sorry the kid doesn't see it, but I sure as hell do. You are a time bomb, tick-tick-ticking. And I have no intention of being around for the boom.

George Merkert: So Hector Salamanca killed Fring. Then who gave Salamanca the bomb?
Hank: A whole lot of questions. Not much in the way of answers. Yet.
Gomez: The APD did find some of Fring's financials. That just might lead to something.
George Merkert: I had him out to my house. Fourth of July, cooked out in the backyard. My son shucked the corn, my daughter cut up potatoes. Fring brought sea bass. Every time I grill it now, I make a little foil pouch, just like he showed me. That whole night, we were laughing, telling stories, drinking wine. And he's somebody else completely...
[An expression of realization dawns on Hank's face]
George Merkert: ...Right in front of me. Right under my nose.

[Mike is brought to an interrogation room to be questioned by Hank]
Hank: Thanks for coming down. Have a seat, Mr. Ehrmantraut. [Mike takes a seat] Am I saying that right?
Mike: Close enough.
Gomez: So once more, you're waiving your right to have an attorney present?
Mike: Correct.
Gomez: Can you state that to the camera, please?
Mike: I'm waiving my right to have an attorney present.
Hank: Uh, okay then. We just, uh, have a few questions. You're currently employed by the Pollos Hermanos chain. Is that correct?
Mike: Yes, I am.
Hank: What do you do there?
Mike: Corporate security.
Hank: Corporate security?
Mike: Yeah.
Hank: What's that? Like, uh, guarding the special sauce?
Mike: I conduct employee background checks. I oversee loss prevention.
Hank: At a fast-food restaurant, that's a full-time job?
Mike: We have fourteen locations. So yes, it's a full-time job.
Hank: Yeah, well, if I were you, I'd start sending out those résumés. [looks at the file] It says here you're a private investigator? Where are you licensed?
Mike: New Mexico, Arizona, Utah. Every state where we operate.
Hank: Colorado? You have some restaurants there, right?
Mike: Colorado doesn't require licensure.
Hank: You licensed to carry a firearm?
Mike: Concealed carry? Yes, I am.
Hank: Which states?
Mike: It'd be quicker to mention the states in which I'm not.
Hank: And if we pulled your CCPs, everything would be in order?
Mike: Well, I'm guessing you've already done that, so you tell me.
Hank: [points a finger at Mike] You strike me as a former cop. Am I right? Where at?
Mike: Philadelphia.
Hank: Philly! [in mock astonishment] The City of Brotherly Love. Turns out we, uh, we know some folks there and they told us that your tenure as a police officer ended somewhat, uh...dramatically? You wanna talk about that?
Mike: Not particularly.
Hank: Yeah, me neither. See, I'm more interested in why Gus Fring decided to put a guy like you in charge of his corporate security. I mean, given your history, doing background checks on pimple-faced fry cooks seems like overkill. What else did you do for Fring? He must have needed help running that drug empire of his, no?
Mike: [feigns ignorance] Drug empire? First I'm hearing about that. I don't know anything about that.
Gomez: Hey, man. We have a guy that could put you in that underground lab and he'll testify to it. So from here on out, this can go hard or easy. So what's it gonna be?
Mike: [leans forward and puts his hands on the table] Forget your handcuffs? I'm confused. Am I under arrest here, or am I not? [retracts his hands] You wanna state that for the camera?
Hank: You are not under arrest, currently.
Mike: Agents, do you have any more questions for me? Because you've got me very stirred up with all these false accusations. If I'm not under arrest, I'd prefer to leave. [Mike gets up, and starts to walk towards the door]
Hank: Oh, well, I don't suppose we could talk about the $2 million in your granddaughter's name?
[Mike stops in his tracks and stares at Hank]
Hank: Yeah. It seems that, uh, Fring had all these secret offshore accounts that he would deposit money into. Like, uh, well, an even dozen of them. And they're all in the names of certain people on his payroll. There was the, uh, the manager of the laundry, umm, a couple guys from the Pollos distribution center. Uh, there was the owner of a chemical warehouse, a bunch of others, you know. Guys that must've been getting paid off the books. Anyway, one of the names...was Kaylee Ehrmantraut. Ten years old and just cute as a button. Yeah. $2 million and change we found on deposit for her. Way more than anybody else. Now, my partner here? He took one look at that and said, "Shit, man! This fifth-grade girl is the muscle behind Fring's entire operation!" I said, "Whoa, whoa, hey, partner, slow down there. Maybe it was actually her dear old granddaddy." Impressive, no? That...[clicks his tongue] level of insight? [Mike stares at Hank and Gomez as he absorbs the realization that his funds have been seized] He's not impressed, Gomie.
Gomez: Perhaps he's picturing all that money going bye-bye.
Hank: Yeah, well, I mean, the government's gonna take every last dollar, unless... Well here's the thing, Mike– Or Michael?
Mike: Mr. Ehrmantraut.
Hank: Here's the thing, Mike: lucky for you, you didn't touch that money. I cannot say the same for the other eleven on the list.
Gomez: One of your guys is gonna roll on you, and then we'll definitely remember the handcuffs.
Hank: Now, before that day comes, you can...do yourself a solid. You can tell us what you know. You can tell us who's still out there, and if we like your story, good things can happen.
Gomez: Kaylee might be able to keep some of that money.
Hank: Maybe. So what do you say?
Mike: I don't know anything about any money. I don't know what you're talking about.

Walter: Well, you missed a good meal. The lasagna came out very well, if I do say so myself. I wrapped some up if you'd like some later. [pause] You know, it gets easier. I promise you that it does. What you're feeling right now. About Ted, everything. It'll pass. So what we do, we do for good reasons. And we've got nothing to worry about. And there's no better reason than family.

Walter: [to Saul] There is gold in the streets just waiting for someone to come and scoop it up.

Hazard Pay [5.03]Edit

[Walter, Jesse, and Saul argue in Saul's law office.]
Saul: 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!
Walter: Saul, Mike knows the business. He knows distributors.
Jesse: Mike's okay.
Saul: He's okay? He said he was going to 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.
Walter: Saul, Mike threatened me. He threatened Jesse. He probably threatened someone before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. C'mon. Grow a pair.

Mike : Ira and his guys are good. I mean, they know how to keep their mouth shut. And if you buy them, they're gonna stay bought, you can check into them yourself, if you like.
Saul : I will, if it comes to that. So... do we take a vote?
Walter : Why?

Marie: We have another big event coming up. Have you thought about what you're going to do? [pause] Walt's birthday. [Skyler becomes visibly on-edge at the mention of Walt.] Whatever you need, I'm here.
Skyler: Yeah. I—I—I don't think we're going to be doing anything this year.
Marie: What are you talking about? Of-of course we're going to do something. Skyler, he was diagnosed around his birthday, right? So it's been a whole year. Listen, I've had my problems with Walt — why he wouldn't come out of the house when we were all practically begging— whatever, water under the bridge...
[Skyler looks through her purse. She retrieves a pack of cigarettes.]
Marie: ...But at this point, every year is precious. We— what are you doing?
Skyler: I...
Marie: You don't smoke. You haven't smoked since college. You can't be serious! With the baby? And Walt?
[Skyler finally lights the cigarette, having a smoke.]
Marie: Skyler, you're not smoking around the baby, are you? And you can't smoke here! There's got to be some rule or regulation, I'm sure! You can't force your employees to breathe secondhand smoke! I know for a fact that that is illegal—
Skyler: Marie, shut up.
Marie: What? I'm sorry, but please don't speak to me like that. I am simply saying that—
Skyler: Will you shut up?!
Marie: Hey!
Skyler: Shut the hell up! Shut up! Shut up!
Marie: Skyler—
Skyler: Shut up! Shut up!
Marie: Please stop, I—
Skyler: Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
Marie: Hey!
Skyler: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
[Skyler breaks down crying.]

Mike: Okay. For you and you and me, $367,000 each.
Walter: Whoa, wait a minute. After the dealers got their cut, we should be looking at $1,379,560. Mike, you're short. You're almost $300,000 short.
Mike: You're forgetting about the mules. They get a fly of twenty percent.
Walter: What?
Jesse: The drivers. They're the ones that take the product from us and the dealers.
Walter: And so transportation is worth twenty percent?
Mike: They're taking a risk.
Walter: $275,000 worth a risk? [scoffs] What did Gus pay his mules?
Mike: Gustavo Fring didn't use mules. He didn't need 'em. He spent twenty years building his own distribution. He had sixteen refrigerator trucks running his product. And you know where they are now? Government impound. You don't like paying twenty percent, maybe you shouldn't have killed the guy.

Mike: Listen, Walter. Just because you shot Jesse James, don't make you Jesse James.

Fifty-One [5.04]Edit

Walter: Gus Fring is dead, and he was the threat. He was the danger.
Skyler: I thought you were the danger.

Skyler: There's blood on my hands, too.
Walter: What blood? Beneke?
Skyler: He's in the hospital because of me...
Walter: No.
Skyler: ...because of what I did.
Walter: Skyler, you can't beat yourself up over this thing. Please. You didn't set out to hurt anybody. You made a mistake and things got out of control. But you did what you had to do to protect your family. And I'm sorry, but that doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a human being.
Skyler: Stop it, Walt. Just stop. I don't need to hear any of your bullshit rationales. I'm in it now. I'm compromised. But I won't — I will not — have my children living in a house where dealing drugs and hurting people and killing people is shrugged off as "shit happens!" We're back at it? Fine. But the kids stay away, and that's that.
Walter: "That's that?" That's what?
Skyler: I got them out of this house.
Walter: To a sleepover at their aunt and uncle's? They spend a day or two, Junior stays up late watching movies, and then what happens?
Skyler: We'll see.
Walter: No, I'll tell you what happens. They come home, to this house, to their parents who love them—
Skyler: No. I will not let our business endanger them.
Walter: How many times do I have to say that they are not in—
Skyler: I said no. I swear to God, I won't have them back here.
[pause]
Walter: What are you going to do to stop it?
Skyler: Whatever it takes. Everything in my power.
Walter: Like what? I mean specifically. What is your next move?
Skyler: My next move is, maybe I hurt myself. Make it clear we need more time. Let Hank and Marie see we're still struggling.
Walter: No, more like you're still struggling. So maybe next time, I have you committed, put you in some inpatient facility while I take care of the kids myself. Is that what you want?
Skyler: So then maybe I show up with bruises on my neck. Give myself a black eye. Say that you beat me when you found out about my lover.
Walter: I see. So you involve Ted. Ah, well, that'll be fun, bringing the police up to speed on all of that. But not as much as telling your sixteen-year-old son that his father is a wife-beater. Also not a very good plan. What else you got?
Skyler: I could send Junior away to school.
Walter: Oh. Now here's the conversation: "So honey, I know you've only got one year left in high school, but I would love it so much if you would drop everything, leave all your friends behind, and go to boarding school in Arizona." Do you have any other ideas? Because I'm not hearing a solution to your problem. How are you going to save our kids from this "terrible" environment?
Skyler: I...
Walter: What are you going to do? What, are you going to run off to France? Are you going to close the curtains, change the locks? This is a joke. Come on, Skyler! You want to take me on? You want to take away my children? What’s the plan?
Skyler: I don’t know! This is the best I could come up with, okay? I—I will count every minute that the kids are away from here—away from you—as a victory. But you're right. It's a bad plan. I don't have any of your magic, Walt. I don't know what to do. I'm a coward. I—I can't go to the police, I can't stop laundering your money, I can't keep you out of this house, I can’t even keep you out of my bed. All I can do is wait. That's it, that's the only good option. Hold on. Bide my time. And wait.
Walter: Wait for what? What are you waiting for?
Skyler: For the cancer to come back.

Walter: [to Skyler] See this watch? It’s a birthday present. The person who gave me this wanted me dead, too. Not that long ago, he pointed a gun right between my eyes right here and he threatened to kill me. He changed his mind about me, Skyler. And so will you.

Dead Freight [5.05]Edit

Mike: Alright, Lydia. My friends here don't know you like I do, so they are very kindly giving you one last chance. [pulls out a notepad] There's your script. Study it. In about 30 seconds, I'm gonna dial Agent Schrader on your line here. You're gonna pass along this information, then we'll see what we see. Now here are the rules: if you yell for help, try to give the man some kind of coded message or otherwise tip him off, I am gonna pull out my pistol and shoot you in the head. Same goes for panicking, breaking down into tears – remember how you like to do that – if it happens this time, I am going to pull my pistol out and I am going to shoot you in the head. [she looks at Walter and Jesse] Look at me, not at them. Lydia, look at me. [Lydia turns to Mike] If you make Schrader suspicious – in any way, any way at all – tell me what's gonna happen next.
Lydia: You'll pull out your gun and shoot me.
Mike: And where will I shoot you?
Lydia: In the head.
Mike: In the head, that's right. It's a pistol, not a gun. I'm expecting precision here. [turns to Jesse] We up and running?
Jesse: [nervously] Yeah, um...computer's set.
Mike: OK, Lydia, if you ever needed to give the performance of a lifetime, it's now. [sets the cell phone down] You're up.

Todd: You mind if I ask you a question?
Walter: No, go ahead.
Todd: Well, I get why we want the tank for the methylamine, but why this other one for the water?
Walter: Well, Jesse, it's your idea, you want to fill him in?
Jesse: It's all about the weight, yo.

Jesse: Boosting methylamine from a train is, like, a major rap. The point is, no one other than us can ever know that this robbery went down. Nobody. You got it?
Todd: Yeah. Absolutely.
Walter: Are you sure?
Todd: Yes, sir.

[Walter enters the house to find Skyler at the door of Walt Jr.'s bedroom.]
Skyler: Flynn? Flynn, open the door. Just come out and talk to me.
Walt Jr.: [through door] I'm staying. That's all I have to say.
Walter: What's going on?
Skyler: You got what you wanted, that's what. Congratulations.
[Skyler retreats to the living room while Walt goes to his son's door, knocking.]
Walter: It's me. Open up.
[Pause.]
Walter: Come on, Junior. I'm not going to ask twice.
[Walter Jr. opens the door.]
Walter Jr.: What?
Walter: You know what.
Walter Jr.: Are you seriously kicking me out of my own house? Are you seriously doing that?
Walter: We're not kicking you out of anywhere, son. We love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours. But your mom and I need some time alone, and you know that. We explained that to you.
Walter Jr.: You haven't explained jack shit! You want me out? Explain to me why! Why do I have to go to Uncle Hank's? Give me the exact reason, or I'm not going anywhere!
[Walter Jr. tries to close the door, but Walt keeps it open.]
Walter: This is not going to be a debate.
Walter Jr.: What's going on? Why can't anybody tell me anything? I want one good reason!
Walter: Because we're your parents and you are our child. That's reason enough. Now please, do as I ask. Now.

Skyler: I won't change my mind about you ever.
Walter: I don't accept that. You're my wife.
Skyler: I'm not your wife. I'm your hostage. But since you insist on keeping me imprisoned, I'll make you deal. I will launder your money. I'll keep your secrets. But the kids will stay at Hank and Marie's where they have a chance of being safe.
Walter: I think you've seen too many movies. [sighs] Our children are not in danger.
Skyler: Just a couple of days ago, you told me that a man held a gun to your head. You said it like it was a point of pride. There's nothing you can say that'll convince me there won't come a day that somebody will come knocking on that door looking to harm you or me or all of us. And when that day comes, the children cannot be here. You agree to that, and I will be whatever kind of partner you want me to be.
[Walter considers, then nods]

Buyout [5.06]Edit

Walter: Have you heard of a company called Grey Matter? Well, I cofounded it in grad school with a couple of friends. Actually, I was the one who named it. And back then, it just, oh, small time. We had a couple of patents pending, but nothing Earth-shattering. Of course, we all knew the potential. Hell, we were gonna take the world by storm. And then, well, something happened between the three of us. I'm not going to go into detail, but for personal reasons I decided to leave the company. And I sold my share to my two partners. I took a buyout for $5,000. Now at the time, it was a lot of money for me. Care to guess what that company is worth now?
Jesse: Millions?
Walter: Billions. With a 'B.' $2.16 billion as of last Friday. I look it up every week. And I sold my share, my potential, for $5,000. I sold my kids' birthright for a few months' rent.
Jesse: This isn't the same thing.
Walter: Jesse, you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I'm in the empire business.
Jesse: Is a meth empire really something to be that proud of?

[Walter, Skyler and Jesse are having a very awkward dinner]
Jesse: Mmmm, these are great green beans, Mrs. White. I like that you got the slivered almonds going. My mom always made 'em like that. You put lemon in there too?
Skyler: They are from the deli at Albertsons.
Jesse: Oh...Oh well, uh, well – you know – good, uh, good work on your shopping then, because these are choice. I eat a lot of frozen stuff. It's usually pretty bad. I mean, the pictures are always so awesome, you know? It's like, "Hell, yeah, I'm stoked for this lasagna!" And then you nuke it, and the cheese gets all scabby on top and it's like you're eating a scab. I mean, seriously, what's that about? It's like, yo, whatever happened to truth in advertising? You know?
[Walter and Skyler do not respond]
Jesse: ...So, hey, uh, how's business? The car wash? Mr. White said it's going really well. Says, like, you're, uh, a great manager.
Skyler: He did, huh?
Jesse: Yeah, he says you've got it running like a–like a machine. Like, well-oiled. Yeah.
Skyler: What else did he tell you about me?
Jesse: Oh, you know, just good stuff. Just really – you know – really good, good stuff. We don't really talk that much about – you know – personal things.
Skyler: [to Walter] Did you also tell him about my affair?
[Walter doesn't respond; Jesse takes a long sip from a glass of water]
Skyler: May I please be excused? [leaves the table with a large glass of wine]
Walter: You know, my kids are gone.
Jesse: Thank God.

Walter: [to Jesse] My wife is waiting for me to die. This business is all I have left. All I have. And you want to take it away from me.

Mike: Might as well get comfortable. This deal is going down tomorrow. It's happening and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Got it?
Walter: Uh huh. So it's okay for you to steal my—
Mike: [interrupting] To insure that, you and I are going to spend the rest of the night together in this office, like it's my birthday.
Walter: Mike!
Mike: When the deal is done, you'll get your money. I guarantee that.
Walter: Mike, let me cook it! I'll double your five and you still walk!
Mike: You know, I have never seen anybody work so hard not to get $5 million.
Walter: Mike, you need to listen to me.
Mike: No. Walter, the last thing I need to do is listen to you. Now sit down.

Mike: [sees that the methylamine is gone] Where is he?
Jesse: Mike.
Mike: [shoving Jesse] Get out of my way. [draws a gun on Walter] You sit down.
Jesse: Mike, Mike, hold on! Mr. White's got an idea!
Mike: [holding the gun at Walter's temple] I am going to count to three.
Jesse: Mike, I'm serious!
Mike: One...two...
Jesse: It's a great idea! Look, you get your $5 million, we both do, and he gets his methylamine. All right? Just hear him out!
Mike: [pause] Is that true, Walter?
Walter: Everybody wins.

Say My Name [5.07]Edit

Declan: Looks like you’re about a thousand gallons light here, Mike. Where’s the juice?
Walter: The methylamine isn’t coming.
Declan: Why is that? Who the hell are you?
Walter: I’m the man who’s keeping it.
Declan: [to Mike] What the hell’s this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So where’s the tank, Mike?
Walter: Mike doesn’t know where it is; only I do, and you’re dealing with me now, not 'em.
Declan: Why don’t you just cut to what it is you want or what you think is going to happen here, alright? Because we’re going to get what we came for.
Walter: That thousand gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours – or anyone else's even, for that matter. But I need distribution.
Declan: Distribution?
Walter: That’s right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I’ll give you 35% of the take.
Declan: 35%! Wow, are you kidding me? Thirty-five? Mike, please tell me this is a joke. Do you know how far out we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? [To Walt.] And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?
Walter: I know all about your operation. See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth that’s 70% pure, if you’re lucky. What I produce, is 99.1% pure ..
Declan: So?
Walter: So, it's grade-school tee-ball versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid, off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.
Declan: Alright. Okay, so, um, if we just waste you right here, right now, leave you in the desert; then there is no more research on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.
Walter: Do you really want to live in a world without Coca- Cola?
[Declan laughs.]
[Walter throws a bag of blue meth at Declan’s feet.]
Walter: My partner tells me that your crew switched to a P2P cook because of our success. You dye your meth with food coloring to make it look like mine. You already ape my product at every turn. But now, you have the opportunity to sell it yourself.
Declan: I need you to listen to me. We’re not going to give up this deal to be your errand boys, do you understand? For what? To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?
Walter: A better high means customers pay more. A higher purity means a greater yield. That’s $130 million of profit that isn’t being pissed away by some sub-standard cook. Now you listen to me. You’ve got the greatest meth cook in Am– no, the two greatest meth cooks in America, right here. And with our skills, you’ll earn more from that 35% than you ever would on your own.
Declan: Yeah, so you say. Just wondering why we’re so lucky. Why cut us in?
Walter: Mike is retiring from our crew. So his share of the partnership is available, if you can handle his end: distribution. And if you give him $5 million of the $15 million that you brought today. Just think of it as a finder’s fee for bringing us together. We have 40 pounds of product ready to ship. Ready to go. Are you ready?
Declan: [Laughs.] Who the hell are you?
Walter: You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name.
Declan: Do what? I don't–I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.
Walter: Yeah you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.
Declan: Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.
Walter: You sure?
[Declan glances at Mike, who shakes his head.]
Walter: That's right. Now say my name.
Declan: ... You're Heisenberg.
Walter: [grin on face] You're goddamn right.

Jesse: Mr. White. Can we just take a second and talk about all this?
Walter: Yeah, yeah, sure. Yeah.
Jesse: Um...
Walter: Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.
Jesse: Doubling down?
Walter: Mm-hmm. Cooking 100 pounds a week, not 50. As in, starting a new lab – a lab that you'll run. A cook all of your own. Why not? You deserve it. You're every bit as good as me. Well, what do you think?
Jesse: Mr. White, uh, I think that nothing has changed for me. I just want to get my money and get out.
Walter: Jesse, this... what we do... being the best at something is a very rare thing. You don't just toss something like that away. And what? You want to squander that potential – your potential? Why? To do what?
Jesse: I don't know.
Walter: Think. To do what, Jesse?
Jesse: I don't know. I'll figure it out, alright?
Walter: Look at you. What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh wait, yes – video games and go-carts. Oh, and when you get tired of that, what then? Huh? And how soon will you start using again? Look, I know how upset you are about what happened to this boy. I am just as upset as you are.
Jesse: Are you? Really?
Walter: How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean, I'm the one who's a father! What, am I gonna curl up in a ball in tears in front of you, or am I gonna lock myself in a room and get high to prove it to you? What happened to that boy was a tragedy and it tears me up inside. But because it happened, am I supposed to just lie down and die with him? It's done! It makes me sick that it happened, just like everyone else who has died in our wake. What Todd did... you and I have done things that are just as bad.
Jesse: Yeah.
Walter: All the people that we've killed – Gale... and the rest. If you believe that there's a Hell – I don't know if you're into that – but we're already pretty much going there. But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.
Jesse: What, just because I don't want to cook meth any more, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?
Walter: No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.
Jesse: You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time! Always!

Mike: Hello, Walter.
Walter: Before I hand this over, I need something from you.
Mike: And what's that?
Walter: The names of your nine men.
Mike: [scoffs] Why? You're never gonna pay 'em off. What's the point?
Walter: The point is, Mike, it affects me. It affects Jesse too, and we deserve to know.
Mike: The only thing left to do now is leave town, you understand?
Walter: "Leave town." Wow. Yeah, I just can't up and leave like you, Mike. I've got a family. I got people who depend on me.
Mike: Yeah.
[Mike walks up to Walter and takes the satchel of money.]
Mike: Goodbye, Walter.
[Mike begins to walk away.]
Walter: You're welcome!
[Mike turns around and approaches Walter again]
Mike: I'm sorry, what?
Walter: I want those names, Mike. You owe me that much.
Mike: I don't owe you a damn thing. All of this – falling apart like this – is on you!
Walter: Wow. Wow. Oh, that's some kind of logic right there, Mike. You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA and now suddenly this is all my fault? Why don't you walk me through this, Mike?
Mike: We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had Fring, we had a lab, we had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork...
Walter: Oh, my God...
Mike: ...You could have shut your mouth, cooked, and made as much money as you ever needed! It was perfect! But no! You just had to blow it up! You, and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man! If you'd done your job, known your place, we’d all be fine right now!

Walter: I just...I just realized that Lydia has the names. I can get 'em from her. I'm sorry, Mike. This...this whole thing could have been avoided–
Mike: Shut the fuck up and let me die in peace.
[Mike pauses, then falls off the log as he dies.]

Gliding Over All [5.08]Edit

Jesse: So what's the story? Did you get to Mike?
Walter: Mm-hmm.
Jesse: He get out safe?
Walter: He's gone.
Jesse: Alright. So what about those nine guys? They got no reason not to talk now. So what do we do?
Walter: "We?" Who's we? There is no we anymore. I'm the only vote left. And I'll handle it.
[Jesse walks out, then turns to look back. Walter shuts the garage door]

Walter: So?
Lydia: Maybe we should order something. Do you want a coffee or something?
Walter: Not just now.
Lydia: I think this will play better if you order something.
Walter: I think this will play just fine. I'm not thirsty. So let's take a look at the list.
[Pause.]
Walter: Lydia, I've come all this way. You do have the list?
Lydia: Yes, I have it.
Walter: Good.
Lydia: It's just not written down.
Walter: And why is that?
Lydia: It's in my head. Safer there.
Walter: I see. Then I suggest you pick up a pen.
Lydia: Not just yet.
Walter: It was my understanding that attending to these nine names was precisely what you wanted.
Lydia: Ten names now. Ten. Counting the lawyer.
Walter: Yes, ten, counting the lawyer. So...what? Am I not tying up loose ends for our mutual benefit?
Lydia: You are tying up loose ends, and I don't want to be one of them. Once I give you that list, I've served my purpose, and then maybe I'm just one more person who knows too much.
Walter: So you put that list in my hands, and in your mind, I immediately just murder you? Just right here, in this restaurant...
Lydia: No. Not right here, of course.
Walter: ...Right here in this public place, immediately?
Lydia: It's not what I—
Walter: Listen, Lydia. You made me promise on my children's lives that I guarantee your safety.
Lydia: From Mike. You guaranteed that I'd be safe from Mike. There's no way he'd ever go for this, you getting rid of his guys. You wouldn't be doing this — the names — if Mike were still a factor.
[Walter stares at Lydia knowingly]
Lydia: Yeah. That's what I thought.

Hank: Been thinking about this summer job I used to have.
Walter: Oh, yeah?
Hank: Back in college, I'd spend my days...marking trees in the woods with those orange spray cans.
Walter: Marking trees?
Hank: Yeah, crews would come in later and find the trees I tagged and cut 'em down. First you go in and you mark locations for your skid trails and landings. Then you choose specific trees all within a selected grid. Every day, I'd go back — hiking — pick up where I'd left off.
Walter: Huh...sounds nice, being out in the woods all day.
Hank: Ehhh, it wasn't so great. I'd get sunburned...there were mosquitoes. Just wanted to make a few bucks. Buy beer. I've been thinking about that job more and more lately. Maybe I should've enjoyed it more. Tagging trees is a lot better than chasing monsters.

[Inside a storage bin, Skyler uncovers a large, fairly neat pile of money]
Skyler: This is it. This is what you've been working for. I rented this place and I started bringing it here, because...I didn't know what else to do. I gave up counting it. I mean, I had to. It was just so much, so fast. I...I tried weighing it. I figured one bill of any denomination weighs a gram. There are 454 grams to a pound, but...there's a variety of denominations. So...
Walter: How much is this?
Skyler: I have no earthly idea. I truly don't. I just stack it up, keep it dry, spray it for silverfish. There is more money here than we could spend in ten lifetimes. I certainly can't launder it, not with 100 car washes. Walt...I want my kids back. I want my life back. Please tell me...how much is enough? How big does this pile have to be?

[Hank is sitting on the toilet, reading Walt's copy of "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman, when he notices a handwritten message:
"To my other favorite W.W.
It's an honour working with you.
Fondly G.B."]
[Hank flashes back to a conversation in "Bullet Points"]
Hank: "To W.W. My star, my perfect silence." W.W. I mean, who do you figure that is, y'know? Woodrow Wilson? Willy Wonka? [beat] Walter White?
Walter: Heh. You got me.
[Hank looks up in shocked realization]

Blood Money [5.09]Edit

Walter: Hello, Carol.

Skinny Pete: What do you think all those sparkles and shit are? Transporters are breaking you apart right down to your molecules and bones. They're makin' a copy. That dude who comes out on the other side? He's not you. He's a color Xerox.
Badger: So you're telling me every time Kirk went into the transport he was killing himself? So over the whole series, there was, like, 147 Kirks?
Skinny Pete: At least. Dude, no, why do you think McCoy never liked to beam nowhere? 'Cause he's a doctor, bitch! Look it up, it's science!

Badger: Ever tell you about my Star Trek script?
Skinny Pete: Star Trek script?
Badger: Yeah! I gotta write it down is all. The Enterprise is five parsecs out of Rigel XII. Nothing's going on, Neutral Zone is quiet, the crew is bored, so they put on a pie-eating contest. The whole crew's in the galley. They're eating tulaberry pies–
Skinny Pete: Tulaberry?
Badger: Tulaberries. From Gamma Quadrant, yo.
Skinny Pete: That's Voyager, dude!
Badger: Okay, blueberries then, and they're eating blueberry pies...
Skinny Pete: Better.
Badger: ...as fast as the replicator can churn 'em out. [imitates replicator noise.] Burdalurdalurp-pssst! Burdalurdalurp-pssst! Finally, it's down to just three: Kirk, Spock, and Chekov. Okay, Spock always wins these things.
Skinny Pete: How is Spock gonna beat Kirk, yo? Spock's like a toothbrush! Look at Kirk! He's got room to spare!
Badger: Spock has total Vulcan control over his digestion! You wanna hear this or not?
Skinny Pete: Yeah, yeah, go.
Badger: Okay, finally – Kirk, he can't take it anymore. He yorks. Now it's just down to Chekov and Spock. But Chekov, y'see, he's got a whole fat stack of quatloos riding on this. And he has figured out a way to win. He's got Scotty back in the transporter room locked in on Chekov's stomach. Every time Chekov eats a pie, Scotty beams it right out of him.
Skinny Pete: Where is he sending them, the toilet?
Badger: Space.
Skinny Pete: Uugghh!
Badger: There's blueberries just floating out there frozen – because it's in space – and Chekov is just shoveling them into his mouth, and–and Spock is like, "I can't believe this Russian is defeating me!" Meanwhile, Scotty's in the transporter room fiddling with levers when Lieutenant Uhura comes in and she's got, like, her big pointies, and Scotty's fingers are all sweaty.
Skinny Pete: Ohh!
Badger: Chekov screams, he sprays blood out of his mouth...
Skinny Pete: Ohhhh!
Badger: ...Scotty beamed his guts into space!
Skinny Pete: No way!

Walter: Well, it’s good to see you up and about.
Hank: Yeah.
Walter: How you feeling?
Hank: Well, you know. I’ve been better, but… I don’t know.
Walter: Have you… Did you get to see a doctor? I mean, when one of these things last more than three days, you really should get that checked.
Hank: Yeah, no, I… I did and I’m fine. I’m, uh… I’m what they say on the upswing, you know?
Walter: Um. Good, good to hear.
Hank: Yeah.
Walter: When I heard you weren’t going in to work, I… Well, looks like you have the work coming to you. Perks of being the boss, huh?
Hank: Yeah, you know. How’s, uh… How’s things at the car wash?
Walter: Good. Yeah, really good. Hey, did you have any of that potato salad?
Hank: I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah, I mean.
Walter: No one else got sick, so you probably shouldn’t worry about it. Well, Skyler will be very happy to hear that you’re felling better. Which reminds me, I better get back to it. If there’s anything I can do…
[Hank nods.]
Walter: Feel better.
[Walter pats Hank’s back. Then Walter slowly walks out of the garage, stops and turns around.]
Walter: You know. You're going to laugh, but I have to ask you... about this.
[Walter holds up the GPS tracker to Hank's face.]
Walter: Believe it or not, I found this on my car. I mean, it looks just like the GPS tracker that we used on Gus Fring, doesn't it? Back when we were tracking him, just the two of us. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you, Hank?
[Hank closes the garage door.]
Walter: You okay? I gotta say, I don't like the way you're looking at me right now.
[After a beat, Hank punches Walt in the face and knocks him over a pile of boxes. He slams Walt against the garage door.]
Walter: Hank.
Hank: It was you. All along, it was you! You son of a bitch. You drove me into traffic to keep me from that laundry...
Walter: Calm down.
Hank: That call I got telling me Marie was in the hospital? That wasn't Pinkman. You had my cell number. You killed ten witnesses to save your sorry ass.
Walter: Listen to me.
Hank: You bombed a nursing home. Heisenberg. Heisenberg! You lying, two-faced sack of shit!
Walter: Hank, look... I don't–I don't know where this is coming from Hank, but–
Hank: I swear to Christ, I will put you under the jail.
Walter: Let's take a breath, okay? Just listen to yourself. These wild accusations, they could destroy our family! And for what?
Hank: Don't you give me shit about family!
[Beat.]
Walter: Hank, my cancer is back.
Hank: Good. Rot, you son of a bitch.
Walter: I'm sorry you feel that way. I wanna beat this thing. I do. I’m back on chemo, and I am fighting like hell. But the truth is in six months you won’t have someone to prosecute. But even– even if somehow you were able to convince anyone I was capable of doing these things, you and I both know I would never see the inside of a jail cell. I’m a dying man who runs a car wash. My right hand to God, that is all that I am. What’s the point?
Hank: Have Skyler bring the kids here, and then we’ll talk.
Walter: That is not going to happen.
Hank: I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to.
Walter: If that's true – if you don't know who I am – then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.

Buried [5.10]Edit

[Hank meets with Skyler and tries to convince her to turn against Walt]
Hank: Skyler, my– my head is spinning. And yours... I–I can't even imagine. So much makes sense to me now. You jumping in the pool. You sending us your kids, I get it. I just wished I'd seen it sooner. He's a monster. He's a– Look, I don't know what he did to you to force you to keep his secrets. If he threatened you, or whatever mind games he played. I don't know if there was abuse. But I want you to know that you can be open with me. Don't hold anything back, okay? I mean, I don't even understand if you know the full extent of this, what he's done. Not just the meth cooking, but the lives he's destroyed. But look, that's all behind you. Starting now, you're done being his victim. Because here's what we're gonna do. Sky, here's what we're gonna do: you and the kids are gonna move back to our house where you'll be safe, where he can't get to you.
Skyler: Hank, does Marie...
Hank: No, no, we'll get to that soon enough. It's just you and me right now, okay?
Skyler: Okay.
Hank: Before we, um, before we get you back to the house, I...
[Hank takes out a recording device and turns it on.]
Hank: I'm gonna ask you to tell me everything you can. Um, take as long as you like. Just, um, start from the beginning when you first became aware of Walt's activities, and just– just try to be as detailed as you can.
Skyler: Um, what? Right–right here? Right now?
Hank: Sure, why not? While it's still fresh, you know? And just, um, just, um, remember to, um, just state your name and the date before you start.
Skyler: Hank, do... do we have to– have to do this right now?
Hank: No, we—we don't have to do this right now. No.
[Hank turns off the recording device.]
Hank: But just here's the thing. You see, I need something solid that I can bring to my people. A statement on the record. So you testifying to Walt's criminal activities – whatever you know – can go a long, long way here. Okay, I mean, you see, building a case this big, gathering all this evidence, enough to get a conviction– we're talking a long-haul proposition here. And I don't want that bastard running out the clock. But with your testimony—
Skyler: Wait, what do you mean "running out the clock?"
Hank: His cancer. His cancer's back. So he said. He didn't tell you? Who's to say it's even true? Lying piece of shit. Look, regardless, I mean, we'll just assume. Fine. Okay? You know what? That son of a bitch looks me in the eye and he says if what I know is true, if... he'll be dead before I can prove it. The balls on that son of a– I got all these little pieces. They're all part of the story, right? But they don't mean much on their own. But when you start telling me what you know, when you start filling the gaps, I'll have him in lockup before the sun goes down.

Skyler: Hank, I... I... I think maybe... maybe I need a lawyer.
Hank: What? No, no, no, no, you don't.
Skyler: I-- I think maybe I do.
Hank: Skyler, understand, I am here to help you. But to do that, I need your help. We start bringing in lawyers and they start putting up roadblocks where they don't need to be, and my ability to control the situation diminishes.
Skyler: Just for my own protection. It just, you know, it seems to make sense that I should have someone to talk to.
Hank: Skyler, I am your– your biggest advocate here, and I'm telling you, for your own good, you need to get out ahead of this thing. I mean, you start – you know – getting defensive, I– I'm not saying it's right, but I'll tell you it's a fact. The D.A. will look at you differently.
Skyler: But you don't know that.
Hank: Skyler, yes, I-- I do. I've been around long enough to know. It's in your best interest to get out there and show the world you have nothing to hide. Look, no one in the world is more important to me than your sister. So believe me when I tell you that your best interest and mine are the same.
Skyler: But Hank, you telling me not to talk to a lawyer doesn't sound like that at all. It sounds like what you want...
Skyler: What you want is to get Walter at all costs.
Hank: Okay. Okay. Let's just slow down. Slow down. You can. You can talk to a lawyer later. But right now, what we need to do, we need to go get the kids, we need to bring them to my house where they are safe. And then we need to help each other put this animal away, okay?
[Hank gets up from the table.]
Hank: Come on.
Skyler: Hank.
Hank: No, come on. Let's go to the house and we'll deal with it there. Come on.
Skyler: Am I under arrest?
Hank: What?
Skyler: Am I under arrest?
[Hank sits back down.]
Hank: Skyler. I–I– You're not thinking straight about this. You have to listen to me. I–Skyler...
[Skyler gets up from the table. Hank also gets up and grabs her arm.]
Hank: Skyler, Skyler, Skyler–
Skyler: Am I under arrest?
Hank: No. No. No.
Skyler: Am I under arrest?!
Hank: No. Sky-- Shhh!
Skyler: Am I under arrest?! HANK, ARE YOU ARRESTING ME?
Hank: Sky--
Skyler: AM I UNDER ARREST?
[Skyler violently shakes off Hank's grab and leaves the restaurant.]

[Walt's phone rings]
Walter: That's her.
Saul: Don't.
Walter: I have to talk to her.
Saul: You don't have to do– You answer that phone and Schrader's on the other end of the line with a legal wire tap recording everything you say, you're not doing anybody any favors, except for him. In fact, why do you still have a battery in that thing? Take it out. They might be trying to triangulate your movements. I'm not being paranoid. Do it.
Walter: Can't believe she went to him.
Saul: She just panicked.
Walter: She went right to him without even talking to me. Without a moment's hesitation.
Saul: I'm not saying it's not bad. It's bad. But it could be worse.
Walter: Really, how much worse could it be? Exactly, in your estimation?
Saul: What does she actually know? What has she seen, hmm? Nothing. It's hearsay. It's all he said, she said. I mean, the only real evidence that she can lead them to is the money, and once we take care of that, well, then they got nothing.
Walter: Nothing. Hank knows, that is not nothing.
Saul: Yeah. I can't exactly see him turning the other cheek.
[Pause]
Saul: Of course, there's always, um…
Walter: Always what?
Saul: Well, have you given any thought to, um, sending him to a trip to Belize?
Walter: Belize?
Saul: Yeah, Belize. You know, where, um, where Mike went to. Off on a trip to, um, Belize.
Walter: Saul, you better not be saying what I think you're saying.
Saul: It's just conjecture on my part.
Walter: Hank is family.
Saul: Okay, it's an option that my–
Walter: You understand that?
Saul: It's an option that has worked very well for you in the recent past.
Walter: Jesus, what is wrong with you?
Saul: My mistake. Family. Off limit. Of course. I'm just throwing thoughts out there. This is a safe room, right?
Walter: Jesus, send him to Belize. I'll send you to Belize.

Skyler: It's true. The cancer's back. Is this it?
Walter: Does that make you happy?
Skyler: I can't remember the last time I was happy.
Walter: Just tell me. I know you talked with Hank. I know you made a deal. Skyler, I'll make this easy. I'll give myself up if you promise me one thing: you keep the money. Never speak of it, never give it up. You pass it on to our children, give them everything. Will you do that? Please? Please, don't let me have done all this for nothing.
Skyler: The way Hank talks, he's got his suspicions. Not much else. You can't give yourself up without giving up the money. That's the way this works, Walt. So maybe our best move here is to stay quiet.

[Hank talks to Marie about his mixed feelings regarding going after Walt]
Hank: Look, the day I go in with this, it's the last day of my career, Marie. I'm going to have to walk in there, look those people in the eye and admit that the person I've been chasing the past year is my own brother-in-law. It's over for me. Ten seconds after I tell this story, I'm a civilian. Then how can we help Skyler when she comes to her senses? When I go in there, I'm bringing proof. Not suspicion. I can be the man who caught him, at least.

Confessions [5.11]Edit

Hank: Mr. Pinkman. How are you today? Not so good, huh? 'Course, uh, I might be able to help you out. I wanna talk to you about your partner, Heisenberg. See, I know he's my brother-in-law, Walt.
[Jesse looks at Hank, slightly surprised]
Hank: Oh, yeah. That's the look. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in him. So I got an offer. If you help me out here, tell me all about you and him and your little meth business, maybe I talk to my friends at the APD and make all this go away. I know he's the mastermind here. Plus... I'm thinking based on your recent activities that, uh... maybe there's a little trouble in paradise? Maybe you guys aren't, uh, getting along so good? I'm right, aren't I?
Jesse: Eat me.
Hank: Sure that's how you want to play this?
Jesse: Why don't you try and beat it out of me? That's your thing, right?
Hank: He really did a number on you, didn't he? I don't know, but... happy people usually don't go around... throwing millions of dollars away. I don't think, uh, Walt's gonna be patting you on the back for that. But maybe that's the point. 'Cause, you see, I get that. My own brother-in-law, lying to me for over a year, using me. Maybe you understand that feeling. Help me out here, Jesse... and we can put him away. I know you want that. I think you wanna talk.
Jesse: Not to you.
[Saul enters the interrogation room, followed by two detectives.]
Saul: Agent Schrader. Beat any good suspects lately? [to the two detectives] Hey, tall and taller, ask him his history with my client. He knocked the poor kid unconscious last time they were alone together. So what'll it be, gentlemen, a civil rights lawsuit the size of Montana? 'Cause I'll oblige you. [Hank starts to leave] Oh, so long, Rocky. Keep your left up. Detectives, I'm inviting you to leave.

[Hank and Marie watch Walter's "confession" tape at home]
Walter: My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

[After watching the "confession" tape]
Marie: Who do you think he's shown this to?
Hank: No one. It's a threat. It's what he will do if I don't back off.
Marie: I think you should show this to Ramey. Just get ahead of it. That video is a bunch of lies, Hank. Anybody who knows you will know–
Hank: $177,000? Hell's he talking about? Marie?
Marie: They told me it was gambling money.
Hank: What was gambling money? Oh, Jesus Christ, Marie. Oh, God, no.
Marie: How was I supposed to know? How was I supposed to know where it really came from?
Hank: Why were they paying for my medical bills? What about my insurance?
Marie: Insurance wouldn't have covered the treatment that you needed, and I... I just wanted the best for you–
Hank: Why didn't you tell me?
Marie: Because I knew that you would refuse it, and without it, you may never have been able to walk again.
Hank: Oh, Christ, Marie. You killed me here. I mean, it's the– that's the last nail. That's the last nail in the coffin.
Marie: What do we do?

Walter: Saul knows a man. He specializes in getting people new identities. He would move you someplace far away, set you up with a whole new life. Yeah, I know. It sounds a little extreme. But maybe it's exactly what you need. You know, I really think that would be good for you. Clean slate. My, just think about it. You get a job. Something legitimate, something you like. Meet a girl, start a family even. Hell, you're still so damn young. You know, what's here for you now, anyway? I tell you, if I could, I'd trade places. Whole lifetime ahead of you, with a chance to hit the reset button. In a few years, this might all feel like nothing more than a bad dream.
[beat]
Jesse: Would you just, for once, stop working me?
Walter: What are you talking about?
Jesse: Can you just, uh, stop working me for, like, ten seconds straight? Stop jerking me around?
Walter: Jesse, I am not working you.
Jesse: Yes. Yes, you are. All right? Just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth. I mean, you're– you're acting like me leaving town is– is all about me and turning over a new leaf, but it's really– it's really about you. I mean, you need me gone, 'cause your dickhead brother-in-law is never gonna let up. Just say so. Just ask me for a favor. Just tell me you don't give a shit about me, and it's either this– it's either this or you'll kill me the same way you killed Mike. I mean, isn't that what this is all about? Huh? Us meeting way the hell out here? In case I say no? Come on. Just tell me you need this.
[Walter slowly walks up to Jesse and hugs him.]

[Jesse breaks into Saul's office]
Saul: He a no-show? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you... [Jesse punches Saul in the face] Stop! [Jesse keeps hitting him] Code Red! Huell! Get in here! [Saul tries to reach for a gun hidden in a drawer, but Jesse grabs it first]
[Huell and Francesca enter the room, Jesse points the gun at them]
Jesse: Back off! You, stay where you are.
Saul: [at gun point] What? I don't know what happened here. What did I do?
Jesse: You stole it off of me. You and him– you took it right out of my pocket, didn't you?
Saul: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Yes. Okay. I had Huell lift your dope. I told you I couldn't risk the guy not taking you.
Jesse: No! Before! The cigarette! You stole the cigarette.
Saul: What?
Jesse: The ricin cigarette! You had him steal it off of me! And all for that asshole Mr. White! He poisoned Brock! He poisoned Brock, and you– you helped him!
Saul: Okay, Jesse. Calm down.
Jesse: Say it again! Tell me one more time to calm down! Come on!
Saul: I'm sorry. Yes. Okay. I had Huell lift your cigarette, but Walt made me! He told me he was helping you, he was saving you. I never would've agreed to it if I'd known what he was gonna do. Jesse, you gotta believe me. I didn't want any of this!

Rabid Dog [5.12]Edit

Skyler: So… What’s your course of action, here?
Walter: Saul’s guy, Kuby, tracks him down, which shouldn’t take long, and when he does, I’m gonna… I’m gonna talk to him. Make him see reason.
Skyler: "Talk to him. Make him see reason." So, I’m clear, those are just euphemisms… you’re using here, right?
Walter: No, what? Wh-what does that mean? My God.
...
Walter: I– I don’t know how we got off on whatever it is we’re talking about here. But clearly, I haven’t explained the situation well enough, because this is a big overreaction. We all need to just take a deep breath and calm down, because Jesse isn't just some– some– some rabid dog. This is a person.
Skyler: A person that is a threat to us. I mean, my God, where we are now with Hank and Marie and that awful tape we made. After everything we've done, you can't just talk to this person.
Walter: You're s-saying that I just... What– what exactly are you saying?
Skyler: We've come this far. For us. What's one more?

[An enraged Jesse has broken into and is about to burn down the White residence. Hank bursts in, gun drawn.]
Hank: Jesse! Stop what you're doing and turn and face me!
Jesse: [sobbing] You wanna – you wanna know what he did? You wanna hear about it?
Hank: Jesse, put out the lighter.
Jesse: He poisoned a little kid. An eight-year-old boy. Just because, you know– just as a move!
Hank: Walt's a bastard. Secret's out. We'll talk about it. But I need you to put out the lighter, okay? Look, Jesse... Jesse, I don't want to kill you. And you don't wanna be killed. So put it out.
Jesse: He can't keep getting away with this! He can't keep getting away with this!
Hank: He won't. You really wanna burn him down? Let's do it together.

Marie: [seeing her suitcases by the door] What's the story here?
Hank: Oh, uh, something's come up. I thought you might wanna get out of the house for a day or two.
Marie: You thought I might wanna pack up and move out of my own house. Why? What's going on?
Hank: Look, I don't wanna get into it now. But you know that thing with Walt? There's been a development.
Marie: What happened? Are you in danger?
Hank: No, no, no, no, not at all. [Picks up suitcases] It's just a fluid situation, and I think it might go a little smoother if you're not here. It'll be great, you know? I booked you a spa package at La Posada. You can do that river stones thing.
Marie: Hank, what the hell is going on? Hank?
Hank: We have a guest.
[Hank opens the door, showing Marie a sleeping Jesse]
Hank: He was a little keyed-up. Gave him a couple sleeping pills. [He shuts the door] Okay, so listen. I bring that kid in and put him in the system, Walt's gonna find out five minutes later. You know, my last ten witnesses died in jail, remember? And I can't use a DEA safehouse without writing him up. I can't risk a motel. I know it sounds crazy, but this is the best place for him. For now. Just a day or two, tops.
Marie: Okay, just answer me this one question: is this bad for Walt?
Hank: Yeah. Very.
Marie: Good. I'm staying. I'll heat up lasagna. [hears ringtone] Phone's ringing.

Jesse: Look– look, you two guys are just… guys, okay? Mr. White... he's the devil. You know, he is– he is smarter than you, he is luckier than you. Whatever– Whatever you think is supposed to happen– I’m telling you, the exact reverse opposite of that is gonna happen, okay?

Walter: [answering the phone] Hello?
Jesse: Nice try, asshole.
Walter: Jesse, where are you? I just wanna talk to you.
Jesse: No. I'm not doing what you want anymore. Okay, asshole? This is just a heads-up to let you know I'm coming for you. See, I decided that burning down your house is nothing. Next time, I'm gonna get you where you really live.

To'hajiilee [5.13]Edit

Walter: One cook... after the job is done.

[Walt sees a photo showing a barrel with stacks of cash in it. His phone rings and he answers.]
Walter: Jesse?
Jesse: Got my photo, bitch? That barrel look familiar? ‘Cause I just found six more exactly like it.
Walter: [running out of the car wash] Jesse…
[Camera pans to Walt driving erratically on the street.]
Jesse: That big bastard who works for Goodman– I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head till he gives up what he knew, which led me to your rental van, which turns out had GPS. How do you like that, genius? Guess you didn’t think of everything.
Walter: Look, Jesse, I don’t know what you plan on doing here, but–
Jesse: Well, I’ll give you a hint, Walt. It involves a couple of five-gallon cans of gasoline and a lighter.
Walter: No, no, no, no, no! Jesse, please, listen to me–
Jesse: No, you listen to me, bitch! You get your ass out here as fast as you can.
Walter: Yes, I’m coming! Okay? Okay!
Jesse: And don’t even think about calling anyone for help, all right? You hang up on me, put me on hold, I lost my call for any reason – as soon as you do, I’m burning all of it. All right? One big bonfire. You get the picture?
Walter: I get it, I get it! Okay!
Jesse: All right. Well, you better hurry, ‘cause I’m burning ten grand a minute till you get here, starting right now.
Walter: I said I’m coming! Don't you touch my money!
Jesse: Fire in the hole, bitch! There goes ten G's! Ahhh, nice orange flames!
Walter: No. No, no, no, no, NO! Jesse– Jesse, please. I'm dying. My cancer is back. You're not hurting anyone but my family. Okay? Look, I– I can't spend this money. It's not for me. I won't be around long enough to use it. It belongs to my children.
Jesse: Oh, you're gonna talk about kids. You're seriously gonna go there?
Walter: I am sorry about Brock.
Jesse: No, you're not!
Walter: I am!
Jesse: You're not, but you're gonna be!
Walter: Yes, I am sorry about Brock! But he's alive, isn't he?! He's fine, just as I planned it! Don't you think I knew exactly how much to give him? That I had it all measured out?! Come on! Don't you know me by now?
Jesse: I know you're a lying, evil scumbag, that's what I know. Manipulating people. Messing with their heads.
Walter: Open your eyes! Can't you see that I needed you on my side to kill Gus?! I ran over those gangbangers! I killed Emilio and Krazy-8! Why? I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine, only you're too stupid to know it!

Hank: Chillax, coke or something?
Huell: - I didn't know he was gonna kill him.
Gomez: Look, if we thought you did, you'd be in lockup for conspiracy, conduct unbecoming and the whole seven yards while someone else was committing a murder instead of here, being under our protection.
Hank: So just tell us everything you know about White so you know we can get his ars before he gets to you.
Huell: [sweating his nose off] Why would he wanna kill me? - I ain't do nothin' to him.
Hank: - Who knows with this guy? From what he said to Goodman, it may have something to do with him trying to tie up loose ends regarding his poisoning some kid named Brock.
Gomez: [with a few winkish hand gestures] Or maybe it's 'cause you know where his money is.
Hank: I don't know where his toys are.
Hank: Huell, that is not what we heard.
Huell: Well, you ain't listening to the people in the know..

Hank: [after handcuffing Walt] Agent Gomez, should we flip a coin for the honors?
Steven: No way, man. It's all yours.
Hank: Walter White, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the government's expense. Do you understand these rights as I have just recited them to you?
Walter: [to Jesse] Coward.
[Jesse spits on Walt's face.]

Hank: [over the phone] Hey, baby. I got him. Dead to rights.
Marie: You got Walt?
Hank: Yeah. I got him in handcuffs as we speak. Want me to wave to him for you? [waves at Walt, handcuffed in the car] Huh? Well, he's not, uh– he's not feeling too friendly.
Marie: Oh, my God. You did it. Thank God.
Hank: Things are gonna be a little rough for the next couple weeks, but they'll get better. Baby, you okay?
Marie: I'm much better now.
Hank: I gotta go. It may be awhile before I get home. I love you.
Marie: I love you too.

Ozymandias [5.14]Edit

[Jack points the gun at Hank and prepares to shoot him.]
Walter: No! Jack! No! Jack! Jack! Jack! No! No! Don’t! Jack! Don’t! No!
[Jack signals Kenny to bring Walter out of the SUV.]
Walter: No! Jack! Jack! No! [walks toward Jack] Jack! No! Don’t kill him.
Kenny: Uh-uh, back it up.
Walter: [walks toward Jack] Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. Jack.
Kenny: [pushes Walter away from Jack] Get back here.
Jack: The hell not? He’s DEA.
Walter: No. He’s– He’s family.
Jack: Say again?
Walter: He’s my family. He’s my brother-in-law.
Jack: Didn’t cross your mind to maybe tell us you had a DEA agent for a brother-in-law? [to Todd] Did you know about this?
Walter: I called you off, remember? I told you not to come.
Jack: Well, it seems to me we did you a solid.
Walter: You weren’t supposed to be here.
Jack: Too late now. How about you telling me what was going down out here? Hmm? Yeah, you and your brother-in-law don’t seem to be getting along too well.
Walter: It doesn’t– doesn’t matter. It doesn’t concern you.
Jack: We just wasted his partner here and he’s wearing a bullet, so yeah, I’d say it does concern me.
Walter: This is... between him and me.
Jack: No cavalry comin’?
Walter: No.
Hank: You bet your ass the cavalry’s comin’.
Walter: [to Jack] No! No, no. Jack, Jack! No. The DEA doesn’t know about this. Not yet. [to Hank] Hank, nothing can change what just happened, but you can walk out of here alive if you just promise us that you’ll– you’ll let this go.
[Hank scoffs.]
Jack: Yeah, I thought as much. Sorry, man, just no scenario where this guy lives.
Walter: No, no, no, listen! I have money! It’s buried right here. It’s here. It’s $80 million. $80 million.
Jack: So, that’s what got this party started, huh? But this money of yours won’t do me much good in prison.
Walter: You can– you can go anywhere. You can do anything. Just think about that. You can have any future that you want. Jack. Eighty. Million. All you’ve got to do is let him go.
Kenny: That’s a hell of an offer.
Jack: [to Hank] What do you think, Fed? Would you take that deal?
Walter: It's Hank. His name is Hank.
Jack: How about it, Hank? Should I let you go?
Hank: My name is ASAC Schrader. And you can go fuck yourself.
Walter: Hank... listen to me. You gotta tell him. You gotta tell him now that we can work this out. Please. Please.
Hank: What? You want me to beg? You're the smartest guy I ever met. And you're too stupid to see... he made up his mind ten minutes ago. [to Jack] Do what you're gonna do–
[Jack shoots Hank.]

Walter: [to Jesse] I watched Jane die. I was there. And I watched her die. I watched her overdose and choke to death. I could have saved her. But I didn't.

Walter Jr.: You’re completely out of your mind.
Skyler: It’s the truth.
Marie: It is. Flynn.
Walter Jr.: Then both of you are out of your minds. You’re full of shit, is what you are. Both of you. If– if this is true, then how could you keep this a secret? I mean, why? Why would you go along?
Skyler: I’ll be asking myself that for the rest of my life.
Walter Jr.: So you’re saying all of this time you were lying about this? I mean, so you’re saying… you’re a liar. You… you just admitted it. So were you lying then, or are you lying now? Which lie is it?
Marie: Flynn, honey, your mother is telling you the truth. Right here, right now. Believe it.
Walter Jr.: You know what? This– this is bullshit. This is bullshit. [stands up to try to get his phone] I wanna talk to dad.
Marie: Your dad’s in custody. You won’t be able to talk to him for a while, sweetie.
Walter Jr.: I am calling uncle Hank.
Marie: I’ve tried. He’s not answering. Probably because he is in the thick of it with your father. Honey, I know this is a lot to process, Flynn, but if you could just breathe. Just try to breathe and just trust–
Walter Jr.: Really? Really? Try to breathe?
[Walter Jr. barges out of the office]

Skyler: Walt. Why are you here?
Walter: Skyler, please, will you just go get your things? For you and your kids. Right now. This is our priority.
Skyler: Hank had you in custody. He wouldn’t just let you go. Where is he?
Walter: I–
Skyler: Where is Hank?
Walter: I… I negotiated…
Skyler: Negotiated?
Walter: Um, yes.
Skyler: What does that mean?
Walter: It means… we are fine, okay? We are. We’re fine. Everything is gonna be fine. But we need to leave right now. All right? Can we do that?
Skyler: What happened? Where is Hank? Why do we need to leave?
Walter: I need both of you to trust me. Right now, okay? Please just work with me here, and I promise I will explain everything later, okay?
Skyler: Where… is… Hank?
Walter: Skyler. [walking toward her] I have $11 million in cash right outside. We can have a fresh start. Whole new lives. All we have to do is go. We have to go right now. That’s all we have to do.
Skyler: You killed him. You killed Hank.
Walter Jr.: What?
Walter: No. No. No.
Skyler: You killed him.
Walter: No. No! NO! I tried to save him.
Walter Jr.: Uncle Hank is dead? I– Mom, it can’t be true.
Walter: Just stop, please.
Walter Jr.: It just can’t be true.
Walter: Everything- everything is gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise you. But we need to leave right now.

Skyler: [answering the phone] Walt. Where's Holly?
Walter: Are you alone? No police?
Skyler: No. No police. Where are you? Where's Holly? Walt!
Walter: What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you do one thing I say?
Skyler: What?
Walter: This is your fault. This is what comes of your disrespect. I told you, Skyler. I warned you for a solid year. You cross me, there will be consequences. What part of that didn't you understand?
Skyler: You took my child.
Walter: 'Cause you need to learn.
Skyler: You bring her back!
Walter: Maybe now you'll listen. Maybe now you'll use your damn head. You know, you never believed in me. You were never grateful for anything I did for this family. [imitates Skyler's voice] "Oh, no. Walt. Walt, you have to stop. You have to stop this. It's immoral. It's illegal. Someone might get hurt." You're always whining and complaining about how I make my money, just dragging me down. While I do everything. And now– now you tell my son what I do after I've told you and told you to keep your damn mouth shut. You stupid bitch. How dare you?
Skyler: [realising what he is doing] I'm sorry.
Walter: You, you have no right to discuss anything about what I do. Oh, what– what the hell do you know about it anyway? Nothing. I built this. Me. Me alone. Nobody else!
Skyler: You're right. You're right.
Walter: You mark my words, Skyler. Toe the line, or you will wind up just like Hank.
Skyler: Walt. Tell me what happened. Where is Hank? Please. We need to know.
Walter: You're never gonna see Hank again.
[Marie, who is listening, starts crying uncontrollably.]
Walter: He crossed me. You think about that. Family or no. You let that sink in.
[Walt also cries, silently.]
Skyler: Walt. I just want Holly back. Please, Walt. Just come home.
Walter: [long pause, as he stifles a sob] I've still got things left to do.

Granite State [5.15]Edit

[NOTE: This episode is 55 minutes long]

[After watching Jesse implicate Todd for killing a kid on tape, Jack and Todd walk out of the house.]
Todd: Wait, Uncle Jack, hold up. I think we should keep him for a while, get a couple of cooks under our belt.
Jack: You seriously giving me this turn-the-other-cheek crap? He ratted you out. Personally.
Todd: We still got 600 gallons of methylamine.
Jack: 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?
Todd: I mean; this is millions, Uncle Jack. No matter how much you got, how do you turn your back on more?
[Jack stares at Todd knowingly]
Jack: You little ... bastard. It’s that Lydia woman. [putting his arm on Todd’s shoulder] You’re sweet on her, you little bastard. [to Kenny] Hey, Kenny. You believe this?
Kenny: [makes a sexual hand gesture] Hey, it’s all about this right here, huh? [big smile on face]
[Jack lets go of Todd as his crew laugh]
Jack: Come on. You can do better. I mean, that one is 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?
[Jack and Todd walk back toward the house]

[Walter and Saul are in the basement of Ed's vacuum repair shop.]
Walter: ...What?
Saul: Nothing.
Walter: 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.
Saul: I'm gonna hate myself for asking, but who are we hitting?
Walter: Jack Welker and his men. They murdered Hank. They stole my life's work.
Saul: I don't know any hitmen.
Walter: You know a guy who knows a guy– Just give me the contacts. Anybody in that world. I'm paying top dollar. We'll find them.
Saul: You mind if I give you a nickel's worth of advice, just for old times' 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.
Walter: "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.
[Saul scoffs and waves off Walter.]
Walter: No no no, go ahead. Get it off your chest. Go on.
Saul: 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.
Walter: There's no point. She knows nothing.
Saul: 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?
Walter: Money's no problem.
Saul: Well, I don't mean to contradict you, but getting it to her? Impossible. The Feds are just praying that you'll make contact. The 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.
Walter: So you propose what?
Saul: 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 Metropolitan Detention Center...
Walter: No, no, no...
Saul: ...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–
Walter: God, do you think I want to run?! That's 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 going to take back what is mine and give it to my children, and then – and only then – am I through! Do you understand?
[Ed enters the room.]
Ed: Everything good?
Saul: Define "good."
Ed: You're set. Time to go. [To Walter.] You'll be a little longer. Still working on transportation.
Walter: Change of plans. He's coming with me.
Saul: No. No, that's–
Walter: We're going together. I can use him.
[Pause.]
Ed: I'll give you two a minute.
[Ed exits.]
Saul: 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 douchebag with a job and three pairs of Dockers. If I'm lucky, a month from now – best case scenario – I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.
Walter: You're still a part of this, whether you like it or not.
Saul: I'm sorry. I don't think so.
[Walter menacingly approaches Saul and backs him to a wall.]
Walter: You remember what I told you? It's not over until
[Walter breaks into a bad coughing fit.]
Saul: It's over.
[Saul exits.]

Todd: [to Andrea] Just so you know, this isn't personal.
[Todd shoots Andrea in the back of the head]

[Walt, hiding in New Hampshire, manages to telephone his son at school.]
Walter: Son, it’s me. Please don’t let on. Carmen’s nearby, right? She cannot know. Son, are you there?
Walter Jr.: Y–yes.
Walter: It’s so good to hear your voice. I– I… I, uh… Son, the things that they’re saying… about me… I did wrong. I– I’ve made some terrible mistakes. But the reason were always… Things happened that… I– I never… intended. I never intended. Listen. Son, we don’t have much time. Is Louis’ family still at 4848 Newcombe? Son, your friend Louis Corbett, does his family still live in that same place up on Newcombe?
Walter Jr.: Y–yes.
Walter: Okay, good. Okay, he’s– he’s a good kid. He’s– he’s like you. He’ll understand. I’m sending Louis a package. Now, it’s addressed to Louis, but it’s for you, your mother and your sister. There’s– there’s money inside. About $100,000. Okay? I think. It was all that I could fit into the box. It has to be a secret. And if anyone says a word, the police will take it. I wanted to give you so much more. But this is all I could do. Do you understand? Son? Can you hear me? Do you understand?
[Pause.]
Walter Jr.: You want to send money?
Walter: Yes. Good. Good, good. So, you’ll– you’ll talk to Louis, right?
Walter Jr.: You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!
Walter: Wait. Wait, son.
Walter Jr.: No. What you did to mom– You asshole. You killed Uncle Hank.
Walter: Listen to me. You’ve got to listen to me.
Walter Jr.: Shut up. Just stop it. Sto–stop it. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t give a shit.
Walter: You need this money. Your mother–
Walter Jr.: You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!
Walter: Your mother needs this money. It can’t all be for nothing.
Walter Jr.: What you did– Just shut up.
Walter: Please.
Walter Jr.: Shut up.
Walter: Please.
Walter Jr.: Will you just– just leave us alone? You asshole. Why are you still alive? Why don’t you just– just die already? Just– just die.
[Walter Jr. hangs up.]

Receptionist: DEA, Albuquerque district office. How may I direct your call?
Walter: I... I would like to speak to the agent in charge of the Walter White investigation.
Receptionist: Who may I say is calling?
Walter: ...Walter White.

Charlie Rose: [on television as Walter watches] But just yesterday, your charity, the Gretchen & Elliott Schwartz Foundation, announced a $28 million grant for drug abuse treatment centers throughout the Southwest.
Elliott: Charlie, the Southwest is our home, and we couldn't just ignore what's going on in our own backyard.
Charlie: But I'm sure you're aware that there are people who suggest other motives. Andrew Ross Sorkin of The New York Times wrote a column suggesting that the grant was a kind of publicity maneuver to shore up the stock price of Gray Matter Technologies because of your association with Walter White.
Elliott: Well, that's not exactly the way...
Charlie: To cleanse yourself, so to speak, of having a methamphetamine kingpin as co-founder of your company.
Elliott: Charlie, I'm glad you brought that up. I have to believe that the investing public understands we're talking about a person who was there early on, but who had virtually nothing to do with the creation of the company, and still less to do with growing it into what it is today.
Charlie: So what was Walter White's contribution?
Elliott: You know, to be honest... Honey?
Gretchen: The company name.
Elliott: The company name. We came up with it by combining our names. Schwartz means black, black plus white makes gray.
Charlie: Hence, Gray Matter Technologies.
Elliott: Exactly. As far as I can recall, his contribution begins and ends right there.
Charlie: There are continuing reports of blue methamphetamine, considered his signature product throughout the Southwest, and some evidence of reaching as far as Europe. So my question is: is Walter White still out there?
Gretchen: No, he's not.
Charlie: You sound very sure.
Gretchen: I am. I can't speak for this Heisenberg that people refer to, but whatever... whatever he became, the sweet, kind, brilliant man that we once knew, long ago, he's gone.

Felina [5.16]Edit

[NOTE: This episode is 55 minutes long]

Walter: [to Elliott, who is threatening him with a fruit knife] Elliott, if we're gonna go that way, you'll need a bigger knife.

Walter: Keep stacking. It’ll all fit.
[Elliott and Gretchen pile Walter’s money on a table. Gretchen drops several stacks.]
Walter: That’s all right. Just– Just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don’t want to lose any under the furniture. [Gretchen picks up the dropped stacks.] All right. That is $9,720,000.
Gretchen: Where did it come from? And why is it here?
Walter: I earned it. And you’re going to give it to my children.
Gretchen: What? Why?
Elliott: Walt, I don’t think we–
Walter: On my son’s 18th birthday, which is 10 months and 2 days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and for the betterment of his family.
Elliott: Walt, I’m not sure that we follow. Why, um, I mean, why, in particular, would we–
Gretchen: If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.
Walter: I can’t. My wife and son hate me. They won’t take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn’t let them. But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse. I have to think that your money would be very welcome.
Gretchen: It wouldn’t make any sense coming from us.
Walter: It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father, a man who you once knew quite well. Call it a beau geste. Call it liberal guilt. Call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyers’ fees owed, you will take it right from here. They use my money, never yours.
Elliott: Okay, Walt, sure. That– that sounds reasonable. So what happens next?
Walter: I guess we shake on it. And I leave.
[Walter shakes hand with Elliott and Gretchen. He walks up to them.]
Walter: I can trust you to do this.
Elliott: Yes. Absolutely you can.
[Walter turns to the window and signals someone to point red laser at Elliott and Gretchen. They shake and scream.]
Walter: Don’t move, Don’t... Don’t dare move a muscle. You don’t want them to think that you’re trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they’ll still be out there keeping tabs. And if, for any reason, my children do not get this money, a kind of… countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you’re going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you’re… talking about your stock prices… without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you’ll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around... pop!
[He pokes Elliott and Gretchen in the back of their necks, making them scream.]
Walter: Darkness. [putting his arms around Elliott and Gretchen] Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.
[Walter signals someone to stop pointing the red laser at Elliott and Gretchen, then leaves.]

[Badger and Skinny Pete return to Walter's car after posing as fake hitmen]
Badger: You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.
Skinny Pete: For real, yo; the whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise.
Badger: Totally.
[Walter hands them a couple of bundles of money]
Walter: How do you feel now?
[Badger and Skinny Pete take the money]
Skinny Pete: Better.
Badger: Yeah, definitely improving.

Skyler: We don't want your money, Walt. I thought Flynn made that clear.
Walter: He did. And I don't have any to give you. I spent the last of it getting here. All I have to give you is this. [takes out a lottery ticket and hands it to Skyler] Call the DEA once I leave. Tell them I was here. That I forced my way in. Tell them... Tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday. And that I gave you that ticket. Those numbers are GPS coordinates.
Skyler: For what?
Walter: A burial site. That's where they will find Hank and Steve Gomez. [Skyler weeps] That's where I buried our money. The men who stole it from us. The men who still have it. They murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole. Now you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor. Get yourself out of this. Skyler. Skyler. All the things that I did, you need to understand–
Skyler: If I have to hear, one more time, that you did this for the family–
Walter: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.

[Jack, Todd, and their men lie dead around the tiny shack, Walter drops the gun and pushes it toward Jesse. Jesse picks it up and points it at Walter.]
Walter: Do it. You want this.
Jesse: Say the words. Say you want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it!
Walter: I want this.
Jesse: [notices that Walt has already been shot; lowers the gun and drops it] Then do it yourself.

[last lines of the series; Lydia calls Todd's cell phone, Walt picks it up.]
Walter: Hello?
Lydia: Is it done? Is he gone?
Walter: Yeah, it's done. He's gone. They're all gone.
Lydia: ...Todd? Who is this?
Walter: It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather? Like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you. I slipped it into that stevia crap that you're always putting in your tea.
Lydia: Oh, my God.
Walter: Well... goodbye, Lydia.
[Walt drops the phone to the ground, then exchanges one final look with Jesse, before the latter drives away.]