Episode 501: Live Free or Die
Walt and Skyler in their bedroom [8:53-11:00 / Act One]
Walt: Well, don’t you think I rate a “hello,” at least?
Skyler: Hello.
Walt: Hello to you, too. So are you going to talk to me here? Are you going to show some kind of–I don’t know–some kind of mild relief that I’m alive?
Skyler: I am relieved, Walt. And scared.
Walt: Scared? Scared of what?
Skyler: You.
Episode 502: Madrigal
Walt, Jesse, and Mike around Mike’s kitchen table [12:10-14:46 / Act One]
Walt: Thanks for seeing us. We’re here to talk partnership
Mike: Partnership?
Walt: Yes. Equal. Three ways–you, Jesse and me.
Mike: Partnership in what?
Jesse: Well, we figure we’re gonna start cooking again. You know, we figure, why not?
Walt: There’s no denying the popularity of our product. There’s a market to be filled, and currently no one to fill it.
Jesse: A lot of money to be made.
Walt: And obviously, Jesse and I have manufacture covered.
Walt: But there’s still distribution, support, logistics, that sort of thing. For instance, we’ll need a steady supply of precursor. With your experience and connections, you would be a great help.
Mike: Mmm.
Walt: Granted, there’s a lot of work ahead. There’s a lot of rebuilding. And, no doubt, our profits will be smaller. At least at first. But each of us will receive a larger cut. Owners, not employees.
Mike: Thanks, but no thanks.
Walt: 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. I’m sorry the kid here 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.
Walt: Well, sleep on it. Maybe you’ll reconsider. In the meantime, we’re pressing on.
Mike and Lydia at a diner [21:20-24:20 / Act Two]
Lydia: Who killed Gus?
Mike: Haven’t I told you not to worry about that? Now, what do you want from me, and why is it so important? What’s this?
Lydia: A list of eleven names.
Mike: Okay.
Lydia: You know them all.
Mike: I do.
Lydia: Those eleven men–and I think you know this, Mike–those eleven could sink us, you and me both.
Mike: Where are we going with this, Lydia? Be specific.
Lydia: I’m just pointing out facts. These men–your men–yours and Gus’s–these men were on the payroll, very publicly. They trace back to Pollos and the laundry. They trace back to Madrigal, and they’re going to get picked up by the police. And when they do, when they get picked up and threatened with prosecution, and there’s only one way out for them, they’re going to– And I’m not saying all of them. Okay? All it’s going to take is two or three, or even one. But there’s always a weak link somewhere. But they’re going to talk. At least one of them’s going to talk about you, about me, and that’s all it’s going to take. These are the eleven I know of, but I’d love your input. I never met your chemist, for instance. I’d love your input.
Mike: You want me to kill every man on that list?
Lydia: Wow. That’s a leap, what you just–uh–No, I didn’t say that. But if you think that’d be wise–
Mike: You’re scared, aren’t you?
Lydia: Yeah.
Mike: You’re very upset, which I’m going to factor into my response here. These are my guys, and they are solid. Understand?
Lydia: What about Chow at the warehouse? Didn’t one time you have to shoot him through the hand?
Mike: You think that didn’t stick in his memory?
Lydia: What about Dennis at the laundry? They’re sure to pick him up.
Mike: They already have. They picked him up last night. My guys are solid. I vetted them with great care, and Fring made sure they were well compensated in the event of a situation such as this. They’re paid to stand up to the heat, keep their mouths shut, no matter what. And they will. Now, I don’t know what kind of movies you’ve been watching, but here in the real world, we don’t kill eleven people as some kind of prophylactic measure. Look at me and say you understand.
Lydia: I understand. I get it.
Mike: So we’re off that very silly idea? Good. Drink your hot water.
Walt to Skyler in their bedroom [44:07-46:29 / Act Four]
Walt: Well, you missed a good meal. The lasagna came out very well, if I do say so myself. I wrapped some up for you if you’d like some later. You know, it gets easier. I promise you that it does. What you’re feeling right now–about Ted, everything–it will pass. When we do what we do for good reasons, then we’ve got nothing to worry about. And there’s no better reason than family.
Episode 503: Hazard Pay
Mike and Dennis in prison [0:51-3:15 / Prologue]
Mike: You hear about Chow?
Dennis: Yeah, people say he skipped town.
Mike: He’s dead. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t a message. It wasn’t payback. It was a mistake made by a third party who has since been dealt with. You got it?
Dennis: Yeah.
Mike: The second thing–the deal you had with Fring–it’s still in place.
Dennis: Okay.
Mike: Don’t “okay” me. You got something to say?
Dennis: Mike, I’m keeping my mouth shut. The laundry was right above the lab. There’s no way I could say I wasn’t in on it. I’m looking at eight years minimum. But I’m doing my time like I’m supposed to. I’m no rat, and you know it. What else is there to say? All due respect, what are we talking about here?
Mike: The deal is the deal.
Dennis: How’s the deal the deal? The feds took away my hazard pay. My wife comes to me and asks me where the mortgage is coming from. I got nothing to tell her. I knew the risks. We all did. But that wasn’t the deal. And I know for a fact they got Holt and Perez yesterday. Now, it’s not going to be me, but absent the hazard pay, sooner or later, someone’s going to flip.
Mike: No one’s flipping. Everyone gets their hazard pay, including you.
Dennis: I appreciate what you’re saying and all, but the man is dead. Okay? The lab’s a hole in the ground. I just don’t see it.
Mike: I’ve got something new. It’s just starting up. It’s going to make you whole.
Dennis: Something new? With the feds looking at you? How?
Mike: How is my business. Hanging tight’s your business. Your family’s going to be fine. You will be made whole. Now you got my word. You need more?
Dennis: No, Mike. I’m good.
Walt and Mike at Vamanos Pest [41:14-44:09 / Act Four]
Mike: Legacy costs. $351,000. That’s 117,000 each.
Walt: “Legacy costs”?
Mike: I got nine guys. You don’t know them, but they were part of the previous operation, and they know a lot. And right now, some of them are in jail and more will be soon. The feds RICOed their hazard pay, so we are going to make ‘em whole.
Walt: We are going to make them whole? What is this “we”? These were Gus’s employees, not ours.
Mike: They might have been Gus’s employees, but they’re my guys.
Walt: So what are they doing to further our interests?
Mike: The cops are looking at them very closely.
Walt: So we are paying them–why?
Mike: Because it’s what you do.
Walt: Oh. It’s what you do. Hah!
Mike: My guys are keeping their mouths shut. We make ‘em whole. One hand washes the other. It’s as simple as that.
Walt: Huh. It sounds like a simple shakedown–simple as that. We’re paying for their silence. That’s blackmail.
Mike: Business is my end. This is business. End of story.
Walt: This is your problem. It should come out of your end.
Jesse: Hey, hey. Just take it out of mine. All right? Go for it. I don’t care. Just take it.
Walt: No Jesse, thank you, but no. I’ll pay my share. Go ahead.
Mike: Let me tell you something. This is how it’s going to be from here on out. My guys are an ongoing expenditure, so you best get yourself comfortable with it.
Walt: Hmm. $137,000. That’s less than with Fring.
Mike: Listen, Walter. Just because you shot Jesse James don’t make you Jesse James.
Episode 504: Fifty-One
Walt and Skyler in their bedroom [33:13-39:07 / Act Three]
Walt: I gave Marie bottles. They’ll stop and pick up diapers on their way. I spoke with Junior on the phone, and after much discussion, he agreed to swing by tomorrow, pick up some clothes. And so, voila, the kids are out of this environment. What a coincidence. I know you’re awake. What was that about? Can you explain it?
Skyler: I don’t want the children here anymore. It isn’t safe.
Walt: Skyler, we have talked about this repeatedly. It has never been more safe.
Skyler: “Never been?” A couple weeks ago, a man was coming to this house to kill us, to murder your entire family. You were in the crawlspace, screaming.
Walt: And I dealt with him. It’s over.
Skyler: It is not. You’re right back in the meth business again.
Walt: This is different. Now I’m running things.
Skyler: So wait. Now that you’re in charge, it’s what, it’s going to be smooth sailing from here on out?
Walt: I don’t see why not. I keep the work at work, Skyler, and nothing will ever impact you or the kids.
Skyler: You don’t know that. You can’t make that promise, Walt.
Walt: I can promise you that Gus Fring is dead. And he was the threat. He was the danger.
Skyler: I thought you were the danger.
Walt: Is that what your pool stunt was about? Trying to protect my children from me?
Skyler: Not just you. There’s blood on my hands too.
Walt: What blood? Beneke?
Skyler: He’s in the hospital because of me.
Walt: No.
Skyler: Because of what I did.
Walt: 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. 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 bull____ 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 “s___ happens.” We’re back at it? Fine. But the kids stay away, and that’s that.
Walt: That’s that? That’s what?
Skyler: I got them out of this house.
Walt: 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?
Sklyer: We’ll see.
Walt: 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.
Walt: 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.
Walt: What are you going to do to stop it?
Skyler: Whatever it takes. Everything in my power.
Walt: 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.
Walt: No, more like you’re still struggling. So maybe next time, I have you committed. Put you in some in-patient 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.
Walt: I see. So you want to involve Ted? Oh, well, that’ll be fun, bringing the police up to speed on all of that. But not as much fun as telling your 16-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.
Walt: 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.” 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? What are you going to do? 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.
Walt: Wait for what? What are you waiting for?
Skyler: For the cancer to come back.
Walt to Skyler in their living room [45:10-46:08 / Act Four]
Walt: I want to show you something. See that watch? It’s a birthday present. The person who gave me this present 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.
Episode 506: Buyout
Walt and Jesse in the tented house [17:25-18:25 / Act Two]
Walt: Jesse, nothing can change this.
Jesse: Yeah. It’s just that kid’s parents–
Walt: I know. Believe me–I haven’t been able to sleep the past few nights just thinking about it. But, Jesse, now, finally, we’re self-sufficient. Finally we have everything that we need, and no one to answer to except ourselves. And in a year–year-and-a-half–once we’ve cooked through this methylamine and made our money, there will be plenty of time for soul-searching. Until then, we keep going. And we run our business our way and make sure that this never happens again. Okay?
Mike, Walt, and Jesse at Vamanos Pest [21:50-24:33 / Act Two]
Walt: You know this can’t go on, right?
Mike: Yeah, I know. And I’ve already decided. I’m out.
Walt: Okay. Well, sorry to see you go, Mike. But I really don’t see any other way.
Mike: Neither do I.
Walt: Obviously, Jesse, you’ll have to take over the distribution end of things. Mike, I trust that you’ll bring Jesse up to speed on your side of the business?
Jesse: Yeah. Um, about that. Actually, Mr. White, um I’m out too.
Walt: You’re what?
Jesse: I don’t think I can do this anymore. So, um I’m retiring, I guess.
Walt: That methylamine that we stole, that we nearly killed ourselves trying to steal, that methylamine, when cooked, is worth nearly $300 million. And you’re telling me that you’re willing to walk away from that?
Mike: We’re walking away from the meth, not the methylamine. Jesse and I will be taking our two-thirds and we’re selling it. I’ve got a connection, a guy I knew from my time with Fring. This guy has the capital, and he’s motivated–highly.
Jesse: Mike’s thinking we’ll clear, like, five million–each.
Mike: I’ll pay off my guys in lock-up out of my share. And those legacy costs that you’re so fond of you won’t have to worry about anymore. And then I will be going on my way. Jesse too.
Jesse: It’s a solid plan. You can come in on this with us. That’d be cool. ‘Course, you know, you are free to hold onto your third and keep cooking.
Walt: You’ll be selling to my competitors.
Mike: This guy and his crew are way out in Phoenix. It’s a big country, Walter. Whole lot of meth-heads.
Walt: Pennies on the dollar, Jesse. And that’s what you’re gonna sell out for? Pennies? Why?
Jesse: Five million isn’t pennies. It’s more money than I’ve ever seen. And when it comes down to it, are we in the meth business? Or the money business?
Jesse and Walt at Walt’s house [28:10-32:00 / Act Three]
Jesse: So uh something’s come up. Mike wanted to come here to give you the hard sell, but I figured it’d be better coming from me. Mike’s connection won’t buy mine and Mike’s shares of the methylamine unless he gets your share, too. He wants the entire thousand gallons.
Walt: Absolutely not.
Jesse: Yeah, I figured you’d say that. But I’ve been thinking about it, and it really makes sense–kinda.
Walt: It does, does it?
Jesse: Look, when you, started this thing, did you ever dream of having $5 million? I know for a fact that you didn’t. I know for a fact all you needed was $737,000, because you worked it all out, like, mathematically. Look, if selling the methylamine now means that no one else ever gets killed, then I vote for that, man. Hands down. And we could have it tomorrow. We would be out. You could spend time with your family. No more worrying about them getting hurt or finding out about everything. Isn’t this what you’ve been working for?
Walt: I have not been working this hard just to sell out.
Jesse: It’s not selling out.
Walt: Yes, it is, Jesse. I–We have suffered and bled, literally, for this business. And I will not throw it away for nothing.
Jesse: I don’t know how else to say it, Mr. White. $5 million isn’t nothing.
Walt: Jesse, have you heard of a company called “Gray Matter”?
Jesse: No.
Walt: Well, I co-founded it in grad school with a couple of friends of mine. Actually, I was the one who named it. And back then, it was just small-time. We had a couple patents pending. But nothing earth-shattering. ‘Course, we all knew the potential. We were going to take the world by storm. And then this uh–well, something happened between the three of us. And 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, that was a lot of money for me. Care to guess what that company is worth now?
Jesse: Millions?
Walt: 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.
Walt: Jesse, you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I’m in the empire business.
Jesse: I don’t know. Mr. White, is a meth empire really something to be that proud of?
Episode 507: Say My Name
Walt and Declan at their meeting in the desert [0:36-6:09 / Prologue]
Declan: Looks like you’re about a thousand gallons light, Mike. Where’s the juice?
Walt: The methylamine isn’t coming.
Declan: Why is that? And who the hell are you?
Walt: I’m the man who’s keeping it.
Declan: What the hell’s this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So where’s the tank, Mike?
Walt: Mike doesn’t know where it is. Only I do. And you’re dealing with me now, not him.
Declan: Why don’t you just cut to what it is you want, or what you think is going to happen here, all right? ‘Cause we’re going to get what we came for.
Walt: That thousand gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours or anyone else’s, for that matter. But I need distribution.
Declan: Distribution.
Walt: That’s right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I’ll give you 35 percent of the take.
Declan: 35 percent. Wow. Are you kidding me? This is a joke. You know how far we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?
Walt: 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?
Walt: So it’s grade school t-ball versus the New York Yankees. Yours is, uh, just some tepid, off-brand, generic cola. What I’m making is classic Coke.
Declan: All right. Okay. So if we just waste you right here, right now, and leave you in the desert, then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There’s only us.
Walt: Do you really want to live in a world without Coca Cola? 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?
Walt: A better high means customers pay more. A higher purity means a greater yield. That’s 130 million dollars in profit that isn’t being pissed away by some substandard cook. Now you listen to me. You’ve got the greatest meth cook in Amer…–no–the two greatest meth cooks in America right here, and with our skills, you’ll earn more from that 35 percent than you ever would on your own.
Declan: Yeah. So you say. Just wondering why we’re so lucky. Why cut us in?
Walt: 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 dollars 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: Who the hell are you?
Walt: 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.
Walt: Yeah, you do. I’m the cook. I’m the man who killed Gus Fring.
Declan: Bull____. The cartel got Fring.
Walt: Are you sure? That’s right. Now say my name.
Declan: Heisenberg.
Walt: You’re goddamn right.
Walt and Jesse at Vamanos Pest [18:21-23:49 / Act Two]
Walt: Hey! Perfect timing. Just about to get started. Uh, you know, if you can get going on that settling tank, that would be a huge help. We left that stuff in there too long after the last cook.
Jesse: Mr. White–
Walt: –I mean way too long. Now we have a tremendous amount of residue. You know what we need to invest in is a power washer.
Jesse: Mr. White, can we just take a second and talk about all this?
Walt: Yeah, yeah, sure. Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.
Jesse: Doubling down?
Walt: 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.
Walt: Jesse, 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.
Walt: Well, think. To do what, Jesse?
Jesse: Well, I’ll figure it out, all right?
Walt: Look at you. What have you got in your life, huh? Nothing. Nobody. Oh, wait. Yes. Video games and go-carts. 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?
Walt: How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean I’m the one who’s the father here. What, do I have to curl up in a ball in tears in front of you?! Do I have to lock myself away in a room and get high to prove it to you?! What happened to that boy is a tragedy, and it tears me up inside! But because it happened, what, 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. 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, right? But I’m not going to lie down until I get there.
Jesse: What–just because I don’t want to cook meth anymore, I’m lying down? How many more people are going to die ‘cause of us?
Walt: No one. None. Now that we’re in control, no one else gets hurt.
Jesse: You keep saying that, and it’s bull____ every time!
Walt: No.
Jesse: Always! You know what? I’m done, okay? You just give me my money, and you and I–we’re done.
Walt: Hmm. Okay. Why? Why do you want this money?
Jesse: Because it’s mine. It’s my cut.
Walt: But isn’t it filthy blood money? I mean, you’re so pure. You have such emotional depth. No, no, no, no. You shouldn’t touch that dirty money. I’ll save you from that, Jesse. Come on. You want it. You want it just as much as I want it. And it’s not wrong to want it. Okay? So stay and work with me, and you can make ten times, twenty times as much–
Jesse: Whatever, man. You don’t want to pay me, I don’t care.
Walt: Yes, you do.
Jesse: It’s on you, all right? I’m done.
Walt: No, you’re not. You’re not done. You’re not leaving, because if you leave, you get nothing! Do you understand me?! Nothing! Jesse!
Walt and Mike at their meeting by the river [40:41-46:34 / Act Four]
Mike: Hello, Walter.
Walt: Before I hand this over, I need something from you.
Mike: And what’s that?
Walt: The names of your nine men.
Mike: Why? You’re never going to pay them off. What’s the point?
Walt: 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 “leave town”?
Walt: Wow. Yeah, I just can’t up and leave, like you, Mike. I’ve got a family. I’ve got people who depend on me.
Mike: Yeah. Good-bye, Walter.
Walt: You’re welcome!
Mike: I’m sorry, what?
Walt: 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.
Walt: 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.
Walt: Oh, my God.
Mike: You could’ve 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!
…
Walt: I just I just realized that Lydia has the names. I can get them from her. I’m sorry, Mike. This– this whole thing could’ve been avoided…
Mike: Shut the f___ up, and let me die in peace.
Episode 508: Gliding All Over
Hank and Walt at Hank’s house [20:47-24:00 / Act Three]
Walt: Hey, Hank. I was just getting ready to leave.
Hank: Want a drink?
Walt: Um, yeah, sure. Thanks. Perfect.
Hank: Rocks, right?
Walt: Rocks, yes.
Hank: I’ve been thinking about this summer job I used to have.
Walt: Oh, yeah?
Hank: Back in college, I’d spend my days marking trees in the woods with this orange spray can.
Walt: Marking trees?
Hank: Yeah. Crews would come in later and find the trees I tagged and cut them down. First, you go in, and you mark locations for skid trails and landings. Then you choose specific trees all within a selected grid. Every day, I’d go back, hike in, pick up where I left off.
Walt: Oh. Sounds nice, being out in the woods all day.
Hank: Nah, it wasn’t so great. I got sunburned. There were mosquitoes. I just wanted to make a few bucks. Buy beer. 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.
Walt: I used to love to go camping.
Sklyer and Walt at the storage facility [30:54-34:40 / Act Three]
Skyler: Take a drive with me. Walt, 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…
Walt: 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 a hundred 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?
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