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Just Got a Clue about the Ending

Just Got a Clue about the Ending

Hey, everybody –

I just got a little clue about the ending of “Breaking Bad.” I saw online recently that the name of the last episode of the final eight this summer/fall is “Felina;” in fact, I saw a photo someone took of the title page of the episode script in Betsy Brandt’s hand (which means Marie survives, at least until the final episode).

Okay…A minute ago, I was listening the “Grateful Dead” singing “El Paso.” You know – the song about the cowboy who loves the “Mexican maiden” named Felina in the “west Texas town of El Paso”? He has to flee for his life into “the badlands of New Mexico.” But his love for Felina is stronger than his fear of death. He returns for her, and dies of a bullet in his chest as she kneels lovingly by his side.

Remember the opener/teaser of the first episode of Season 5? Walt gets an automatic rifle from the gun man, and some people have speculated that he’s prepared to die to protect someone or some people. There may or may not be a real Mexican (or Chicana) maiden named Felina involved (new girlfriend for Jesse? Girlfriend for Walt?). Maybe Jesse will end up being the rescuer of Chicana maiden Angela or one of her relatives…Another possibility: Felina’s an assassin for the Mexican drug cartel, assigned to fulfill the prediction of the “Negro y Azul” narcocorrido. She could also be a relative of Gus Fring (his daughter?) bent on revenge. My final idea is that “Felina” could be an alias for Lydia. Mike and Walt once threatened her, and she doesn’t seem like the type to forget it — perhaps a bit of a stretch, since she lives in Houston, but the deed could take place in El Paso.

Maybe this isn’t as big of a revelation as you were hoping for…but it’s a piece…Felina means “cat like.”

Okay – I’ll go back into my re-watch cave. I’m up to Season 2, Episode 8: “Better Call Saul,” and I’ve written my summaries for the first seven episodes, but I’m not going to post them until I’ve finished watching Season 2.

See ya on the flip flop…

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Season 1, Episode 7

Breaking Bad, 1-7: “A No-Rough-Stuff Type Deal”

Opener

A DEA representative explains Hugo’s arrest to parents at Walt’s school while Walt caresses Skyler’s leg under the table, then goes even further. They’re both really into it when the vice principal introduces Walt and asks him to talk about the equipment that was taken. Walt recites inventory as we watch Walt and Skyler screwing in the backseat of their car.

Skyler: “Where did that come from, and why was it so good?”

“‘Cause it was illegal.” Both are still panting.

Scene 1: Jesse’s house

We see the ledge in Jesse’s basement where he found the bike lock after Walt killed Krazy 8; then the camera pans over the posts. A female realtor comes down the stairs. She’s showing the house to a young couple. “Imagine all the things you could do down here…”

Standing in the main floor hallway, the woman notices the patched up ceiling, as her husband studies the creaking, bleach-spotted floor. The realtor says, “It’s a fixer. But this house has great bones.”

When the three come outside, Walt, wearing his black jacket, has just parked his car in front of the “For Sale” sign. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi. It’s by appointment only.”

“I’m here to see the owner.”

“Oh. He’s in the, uh, recreation vehicle.”

Walt knocks on the door of the RV. Jesse (from inside): “Yo – it’s appointment only.”

Walt opens the door and goes in. Jesse’s lying on the bed, shirt off, ribs taped. “How you feelin’?”

“‘Bout as good as you look. Geez. You look like Lex Luthor [supervillain archenemy of Superman].”

“I visited you in the hospital, but you were asleep.”

“Yeah. Pete said you wanted Tuco’s address, asking like you were all out for blood. But you’re alive. Obviously, you wised up.”

“No. I did go see him.”

“Bullshit.”

“So, are you selling your house?”

“I got two dudes turned into raspberry slushie and flushed down my toilet. I can’t even take a proper dump in there. I mean, the whole damn house has gotta be haunted by now. You didn’t actually go see Tuco – ”

“Yeah.” Walt hands him a fat yellow envelope. “That’s 17-5 – your half of the $35,000. Plus there’s an extra 15 in there that’s yours. You’ve earned it.”

“You got this money from Tuco.” Jesse’s half sitting up now.

“Yeah.”

“So, Tuco gave you this is what you’re saying.”

“We made a deal.”

“Made a deal?” Jesse gets up slowly, grimacing in pain. “What? How? Why would you make a deal with that scumbag? You see what he did to me?”

“I thought we could do business together. We came to an understanding. Take a look at the money in your hand, and imagine making that every week.” Jesse looks down at the money, and back up at Walt. “That’s right. Two pounds a week, $35,000 a pound.”

“Without even talking to me, you told this insane-ass clown, dead-eye killer that we’d give him two pounds a week.”

“We’ll just scale up our operation – add a few more hours.”

“Don’t talk to me about hours. What about sudo, man? How we gonna get that? You think the meth fairy’s just gonna bring it to us? God, it takes me a week to get this stuff. I’m driving all the way out to Las Cruces, 200 miles each way to meet up with my smurfs.”

“Smurfs?”

“The dudes who go to the drug stores and get a couple boxes at a time and then sell them. See, that’s the bottleneck in your brilliant business plan.”

“All right.”

“Of course, you would have known that if you’d just asked me.”

Scene 2: Walt’s doctor’s office

Walt and Skyler are meeting with the doctor, and after some pleasantries, Skyler tells the doc that Walt’s been more sexual. She then says, “So, the chemo’s working?”

The doctor says they can’t be sure yet, and she asks if there’s anything else they could be doing. Maybe something alternative, holistic. The doc says as long as it doesn’t interfere with the treatment, anything that can improve Walt’s comfort, his outlook, can make a big difference. “But it’s also important that we manage our expectations.”

Scene 3: An auto salvage yard, daytime

Walt and Jesse are waiting for Tuco, Jesse in black, with a white T underneath his jacket and a dull green and yellow striped beanie; Walt in his acid green shirt, tan pants and windbreaker, and dark glasses. He puts on a black porkpie hat, and Jesse gives him a funny, sidelong look.

“What?”

Jesse, looking down at his phone, doesn’t answer, just puts on his own dark glasses. Then he says, “A junkyard?”

The camera pulls back, showing the two figures against a stack of multicolored crushed cars. They look like father and son in this long shot, with Walt standing a good four inches taller than Jesse.

Jesse continues, “Let me guess. You picked this place?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Walt spreads his arms. “It’s private.”

“This is like a non-criminal’s idea of a drug meet. This is like, ‘Oh, I saw this in a movie – ooh, let’s meet…’”

“So, where do you transact your business? Enlighten me.”

“How ’bout Taco Cabeza? Half the deals I’ve ever done went down at Taco Cabeza. It’s public – open 24 hours. Nobody ever gets shot at Taco Cabeza. Hell – why not the mall? The Gap – hey [looks at watch], time to meet. You know, I’ll put down some khakis, grab an Orange Julius, and skip the part where a psycho-lunatic Tuco comes and steals my drugs and leaves me bleeding to death.”

We hear rap music and see a dark SUV approaching. Walt and Jesse are both nervous. Jesse sighs, leans back, and stretches.

Walt: “Look, you don’t have to be here for this. I mean, seriously, I’m okay.”

Jesse waits a beat, brings his arms down, turns to Walt, and says, “Nah. I’m no pussy. I’m good.”

The music is louder, and the car is there. Tuco and two of his men get out.

Tuco: “Mr. Clean and his boy. Huh.” To Jesse: “I’m sorry I had to tune you up. Respect, hey? You got to give it to get it. Uh. Hey, what are we doin’ way the hell out here? Heisenberg, come on, break it out.”

Walt pulls out a small baggie of meth and gives it to Tuco. “That’s it? That’s all you got?”

“We had some production problems.”

Tuco’s man, weighing the meth on a portable scale, says, “Point 53.”

Tuco: “I thought you was a player. You told me two pounds, and you waste my time with these chiclets.” He turns and motions to the other man, who gives him a roll of bills, which he tosses to Walt. “Seventeen and a half. Minus the half for wasting my time.”

“Hey, come on – ”

“What? You gonna argue? You got something to say? You’re doing business like a couple little bitches.” He turns and starts walking away.

Walt: “I want all of it. 70 grand.”

“What did you say?”

“If you like this product, and you want more, consider it a capital investment.”

Tuco gets up in Walt’s face. “You bold motherfucker. Fifty-two and a half. Fifty-five points vig.”

“Vig?”

Tuco rolls his eyes at Jesse, who says, “Interest.”

“Okay, that’s $65,625 with interest. 1.87 pounds.”

“Two pounds and no production problems.”

“Can you handle four pounds?” Jesse looks at Walt with alarm.

Tuco, back in Walt’s face: “Listen, old man, that’s good talk. But owin’ me money, that’s bad.” Suddenly, he gives a vicious kick between Walt and Jesse at the car metal behind them. He dumps the money in the bag out onto the ground, then turns and walks back to his car with his henchmen.

Walt picks up the money and puts it back in the bag. Jesse, who has two rolls in his hands, asks, “What…did you just…do?”

Scene 4: Jesse’s house

A quick exterior: the normalcy of a woman walking a dog. Inside the kitchen, Jesse, wearing the same clothes as in the last scene, says, “Four pounds…four pounds…Two pounds wasn’t bad enough.” Walt’s sitting at the kitchen island, writing something. “We’re talking two to three hundred bottles of sinus pills.” He sits down at the island, too. “There ain’t that many smurfs in the world.” There are black dragons or dragon-like figures printed on the forearms of his long-sleeved white T-shirt, over which he wears a black T.

“We don’t need pseudoephedrine. We’re going to make phenyl acid in a tube furnace, and use reductive emanation to yield methamphetamine, four pounds.”

“So, no sudo?”

“No sudo.”

“So, you do have a plan.” Jesse smiles and hits the countertop in front of him. “Yeah, Mr. White!” Pause. “Yeah, science!”

Walt tears the paper he’s been writing on off the pad, and hands it to Jesse.

“What’s this?”

“That is a shopping list. Getting some of these items may be challenging.”

Jesse tries to read the list. “Yo, Mr. White – I can’t even pronounce half this shit.” He gets up. “All right. Count me out – I’m movin’ to, like, Oregon or something.”

Walt stands, too, grabbing Jesse by his shoulders. “Listen to me. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Jesse’s staring at Walt with an extremely dubious expression. Then he looks down at one of Walt’s hands, and Walt releases him, continuing, “This is the first day of the rest of your life. But what kind of life will it be? Will it be a life of fear? Of ‘Oh, no, no, no – I can’t do this’? Of never once [he grabs Jesse by the shoulders again] believing in yourself, hmm?”

Jesse looks sad. “I don’t know.”

Walt picks up the list and crinkles it near Jesse’s face. “These things – we need them, huh? And only you can get them for us.” He looks into Jesse’s eyes.

Jesse turns away and sighs, looking dubious and worried. Why can’t Walt get these things? Because he’s still trying to preserve his upstanding citizen persona? He’ll do the brains and face-up-to-Tuco balls stuff, while Jesse does everything else? Walt acts like Jesse does nothing, but he does a lot.

Scene 5: Skyler’s baby shower at the Whites’

Junior’s videotaping Marie in a low-cut purple dress. “Hi, baby! I’m your Aunt Marie!” She twirls. “And when we watch this, twenty years from now, I will look exactly the same as I do now. It is amazing – I have aged shockingly well, haven’t I? Anyway, welcome to your baby shower, ‘Meralda!”

Junior: “Huh?”

“Esmeralda! Now that [she points toward the camera] is your wonderful, handsome, older brother. Here’s your mommy,” and the camera turns to Skyler, smiling but a bit embarrassed in a clingy pink dress. “Wake up, baby!” Marie taps Skyler’s belly. “Time to partay!”

Skyler: “Believe it or not, Esmeralda, after the party your name was changed to Holly. That was right around the time we took Aunt Marie to the insane asylum.”

Marie: “There’s Daddy!” as Walt comes into the frame.

Walt: “Holly, I am very proud of you. And I think about you all the time. Wherever you go, whatever you do in life, always know that you have a family who loves you very much. Cheers!” He holds up the drinks tray he’s been holding.

“Cheers!” Marie chimes in.

Skyler opens Marie’s present: a tiny white gold tiara set with zircons. “Oh, Marie, you spent too much on this – you shouldn’t have.” Hank looks worried. “But it’s really…sparkly! Sparkly – oh!”

At Hank’s request, he and Walt have some whiskey at the patio table. Hank adds some Cuban cigars he got from an FBI agent. Walt says, “I was under the impression that these were illegal.”

“Yeah, well. Sometimes forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, doesn’t it?”

Walt: “It’s funny, isn’t it? How we draw that line?”

“What line is that?”

“Legal – illegal. Cuban cigars – alcohol. You know, if we were drinking this in 1930, we’d be breaking the law. Another year, we’d be okay. Who know what will be legal next year?”

“You mean like pot?”

“Yeah – like pot. Or whatever.”

“Cocaine? Heroin?”

“I’m just sayin’ – it’s arbitrary.”

“Well, in the lockup you hear a lot of guys talkin’ like that. ‘Hey, man, why’d you bust me for these fourteen bales of ganja? Sometimes stuff is legal that shouldn’t be. Friggin’ meth used to be legal. I’m glad they came to their senses on that one, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Scene 6: Later that night, in the Whites’ bedroom

Walt’s on the bed with his laptop looking at a page on “The New Mexico Experience.” Skyler joins him on the bed, and says she’s going to return the tiara. Saying that, maybe, there’s something to holistic treatments, Walt shows her an item about a Navajo sweat lodge “up by Farmington.” Skyler’s enthusiastic that he wants to spend the week-end at it. They kiss.

Scene 7: Jesse’s garage

Walt comes in the open door of the garage with his suitcase.

Jesse: “Sweat lodge? I’m already sweating. Help me out.” He has some fuel tanks, the tube furnace, etc. “This crap wasn’t easy to get, and it’s expensive.”

Walt: “Where’s the methylamine?”

Jesse says the only way to get it is to pay “some pros ten grand” to steal it from a guarded facility with steel doors.

Walt spots an old Etch-A-Sketch on the shelf, and gets it down, saying, “Why don’t we just steal it ourselves?” He explains that he can make enough thermite from the granules inside a few Etch-A-Sketches to blow any lock.

Scene 8: Skyler almost gets arrested returning the tiara

She has to pretend to be going into labor to get away. Outside the jewelry store, she calls Marie on her cell phone and leaves an angry message.

Scene 9: Methylamine heist, Keystone-Kop-style at the chemical plant

Walt and Jesse, in black and yellow and black and red ski masks with pom-poms, use a bolt-cutter to get in, then run frantically when the guard comes back to use the Porta-Potty. They tie a green rope around it, then blow the lock on the building, setting off an alarm. Inside, there are no gallon jugs. They have to steal a whole drum of methylamine. They manhandle the drum out, one man on each end.

Scene 10

Seeing a shot of the desert, we think we’re going to see another desert cook, but, no – the RV won’t start for Walt. Jesse, wearing a red jacket, starts it (“Eat it! I’m the king! I’m the king!”), but it soon stops. There’s something wrong with the fuel line. They have to cook in Jesse’s basement. The drum bounces down the stairs, and Walt fusses. “It’s heavy, man!” Jesse says. “It got away from me!”

In the basement, Walt asks if the real estate agent might try to show the house. “Good call, man,” Jesse says, trying to call her. We see a cell phone vibrating inside a vehicle, then the real estate agent, stringing a line of plastic pennants along Jesse’s front walk. “Open house,” a sign says.

Down in the basement, Walt says, “We can make four and a half pounds a week for the foreseeable future.” They have their gas masks on.

Jesse: “How long is that gonna be? I mean, in your situation?”

People are streaming into the house. A little girl dressed in pink opens the door to the basement stairs, revealing Walt, gas mask tipped back on his head, with green gloves on. He puts his fingers to his lips, and shuts the door.

Jesse: “I left her a message. It’s not my fault.”

Walt: ” I don’t care how you do it – just get them out of here!”

Scene 11: a posh women’s shop

Marie’s trying on a pair of earrings when Skyler accosts her from behind. “What is wrong with you? Why’d you do such a thing?”

Marie: “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Skyler’s shocked, and Marie, pretending innocence and indifference, is about to cry. Skyler walks out.

Scene 12: Jesse’s

A woman’s sniffing the air. The realtor sprays deodorizer. Walt cooks. Jesse’s on the stairs. A man on the other side of the door knocks. “S’cuse me – I’d just like to see the basement.”

“It’s occupied.” They fight over the door, then Jesse bursts out into the kitchen. “You ain’t seein’ the basement, bitch! You got that? That sinkin’ in? All you all – this house is not for sale. Get the hell out!”

Scene 13: Casa Blanca

Walt comes home with his suitcase, exhausted. Skyler gives him a glass of orange juice and kisses his head. “What’s that smell?”

“Sacred Navajo herbs.”

She joins Walt on the couch, slumping the same way he is, and tells him about the tiara and her confrontation with Marie. “She refuses to admit it – she refuses to apologize. I don’t know what to do!”

“People sometimes do things for their families.”

“People sometimes do things for their families? And that justifies stealing? That must have been some sweat lodge. Are you listening to the words coming out of your mouth?”

Walt smiles. “What would you do if it were me? Would you divorce me? Turn me in to the police?”

Skyler leans into him, looks in his eyes, and says, “You’re never gonna find out.” They kiss.

Scene 14: the junkyard

Tuco: “It’s blue.”

Walt: “It’s a different chemical process, but it’s pure.”

Jesse: “It may be blue, but it’s the bomb.”

Tuco snorts some. “Aw – yeah! Blue, yellow, pink, whatever, man – just keep bringing me that!” Walt is dressed as Heisenberg again, and Jesse’s wearing a red, white, and black jacket. “You’re all right, man, you’re all right. We’re going to make a lot of money together.”

When one of Tuco’s two bald henchmen pipes up, “Just remember who you workin’ for,” Tuco gets angry and beats the shit out of him. He’s unconscious, his face a bloody mess. Walt and Jesse are horrified – Walt’s mouth is hanging open.

Tuco stands up. “Wow! Damn, man, look at that! Look!” He holds out his bloody fist. “Hoo! ‘Kay, Heisenberg – next week.” He laughs and walks away, stepping over his henchman’s prone body. The heavyset, darker henchman drags the body to the car, as music plays:

Ohhhhhh how could this be?

All this time, I’ve lived vicariously

Who’s gonna save my soul now?

Who’s gonna save my soul now?

How will my story ever be tollllld now?

How will my story be tollllld now?

Walt and Jesse walk away from the rough-stuff scene – for now…and Season 1 is over.

 

 

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Season 1, Episode 6

Breaking Bad 1-6, “Crazy Handful of Nothin'”

Opener

Walt carries a carton of stuff into the RV, and sees the debris all over the floor. “Let’s get something straight,” he says. “I’ll do the chemistry; you do the street.”

“Whatever, man.”

“No more bloodshed. No more violence.”

Scene 1: Walt getting chemo

Skyler’s there. “I like being with you.” She’s supporting him and giving him all of her love. She’s also being a bit controlling – making sure he goes through with treatment. Walt says he’d feel better if she were there when Junior got home. He adds that he got a check from Eliot and put it right into his credit union account. Later, we see him tell the nice, older cashier lady not to deposit his check “until Monday.”

Scene 2

Walt’s school

Wearing a beige sweater over a white shirt, Walt’s telling his students that rapid chemical reactions release big bursts of energy. We see “Mercury fulminate” written on the chalkboard.

Next thing you know, he’s in the bathroom vomiting into the sink. “You okay?” asks Hugo, the big, pony-tailed janitor. Walt’s starting to clean up the mess he made, but Hugo stops him. “I got it, Mr. White. You got kids to teach.”

“Thanks, Hugo.”

Walt’s cancer support group

Skyler: “He’s starting to lose weight.” She turns to Walt. “When you don’t let me in, when you don’t tell me what’s going on, I feel…Why have you been coming home so late in the afternoons?”

Junior: “Yeah, Dad.”

Walt: “I like to be alone at times. It’s not about you. Sometimes it feels better not to talk.”

Therapist: “Maybe it would help your family to know what you do when you’re alone.”

“I take walks, enjoy nature…the cacti…”

Cooking in the desert

We see the RV with fumes coming out of it. Coughing, Walt falls out of the RV door onto the ground. Jesse, who’s been sitting outside in a folding chair, jumps up. “Are you okay?” He helps Walt up, and leads him to the chair. “Sit down, get some air.” He fans him with the magazine he’s been reading, then notices the red mark in the center of Walt’s chest. “When were you gonna tell me?”

“What?”

“Cancer. You got it, right?”

“How did you know?”

“That red dot on your chest to target the radiation. My aunt had it. What, is it in the lung? I’m your partner. You should have told me. That’s not cool at all. What stage are you?”

“Three-A.”

“That’s your lymph nodes.”

“Your aunt – how bad was she when she caught it?”

“Bad enough. She didn’t last long.”

“How long?”

“Seven months.”

“God.”

“I get it now. That’s why you’re doin’ all this. You want to make some cash for your people before you check out.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“Hey, you tell me. You’re the one that looks like you just crawled out of a microwave…You gonna be able to finish the batch?”

“Yes.” Coughs. “No, you do it.”

“Me?”

“Yeah – what happened to your mad skills?” Walt throws Jesse the mask. “You do it…You can do it. If you have any questions, I’ll be right out here.”

“Next time put an ice pack on your head during chemo,” Jesse says, heading for the RV door. “My aunt said it helped with the hair loss.”

Inside the RV, Jesse seems unsure. Slow drums. He puts the mask on.

Scene 3

Hank and Gomie, each in his vehicle

Gomie hands Hank a bag containing the gas mask they found at the cook site. “They found an imprint of some writing on it: “Property of J.P. Wynne Chemistry Lab.”

“That’s Walt’s school.”

Jesse sells bags of the product all around the city. Music plays: “Such a good night for a Scooby doo doo be doo love.”

The RV, still in the desert

Walt’s waiting. Jesse gets there, and Walt complains that he’s late.

“Hey, I’m out there making fat stacks, man. Chill.” He tosses something over. “Prepaid cell phone. Use it.” He hands Walt some money, too.

“How much is this?”

“Twenty-six big ones.”

“$26,000?”

“No – 26 hundred. Your share is 13 hundred, minus $25 bucks for the phone.”

“How much meth did you sell?”

“Nearly an ounce.”

“Where’s the rest?”

“You think it’s cake selling one teenth at a time?” [A teenth is a sixteenth of an ounce, which, apparently Jesse’s selling it for $150 a bag (he was exaggerating – or taking some for himself – when he said he sold a whole ounce).]

“So, why don’t you sell the whole thing once?”

“What do I look like – Scarface?”

Walt holds up his roll of money. “This…is unacceptable. I am breaking the law here. That return is too little for the risk. I thought you’d be ready for another pound today.”

“You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don’t know jack about slinging dope.”

“I know a lack of motivation when I see it. You’ve gotta be more imaginative. Just think outside the box here. We have to move our product in bulk, wholesale. Now how do we do that?”

“You mean like a distributor?”

“Yes! Yes. That’s what we need. Do you know anyone like that?”

“I used to. Until you killed him.”

“So, who took Krazy 8’s place?”

“Some guy named Tuco. A badass from what I hear.”

“So, great – talk to Tuco.”

“Right. Like, ‘Hello, sir. Hey, I know you don’t know me, but would you be interested in a large quantity of methamphetamine?'”

“Yes, but with a little salesmanship.”

“You just don’t get it, man. This guy’s O.G. [Original Gangster] He’s not going to do business with someone he doesn’t know. You don’t understand the way it works. You can’t just bum rush some high-level ice man and start cutting deals. Okay? It’s risky. You need an intro. You need someone to vouch.”

“Who introduced you to Krazy 8?”

“Emilio. That’s only because I knew him from, like, third grade.”

“All right, all right!”

“It’s too risky. We’re makin’ money. Why can’t you just be satisfied with the way it is?”

Walt gets up and stomps back up the steps into the RV, muttering, “Jesus! Just grow some balls!”

Jesse: “Wow.”

Scene 4

Walt getting chemo from an IV and paying for the appointment.

Walt at school, vomiting, then coughing, alone in the classroom. The female vice principal comes in. “Up for having a visitor?”

It’s Hank. “I have some questions I wanted to run by you. Work-related.” He shows him the gas mask, “Do you recognize that?”

“No.”

“Well, that was used to cook meth. It was found on Indian land some forty miles from here. The old label on the inside used to say, ‘Property of J.P. Wynne Chemistry Lab.'”

“Really. I don’t understand how that came from here.”

“Well, I was hopin’ you could help me with it. We found it near an abandoned car belonged to one of our snitches.”

“Snitch?”

“Yeah – confidential informant. Went missing – no body yet, but we’re pretty sure…” Hank makes a clicking noise and a sawing motion with his hand across his throat. “Probably chopped up in little pieces and fed to the buzzards.” Hank doesn’t notice that Walt isn’t meeting his eyes. “Any respirators like that go missin’ lately?”

“No, no. Not that I know of.”

“Well, I’ll need to take a look at that inventory.” He looks at what’s on the shelf and checks the inventory list. “Six. Inventory says eight.”

“Hmmm.”

“Glassware looks a little sparse. You’re missing a couple of Erlenmeyer flasks.”

Walt’s cell phone rings and Hank says, “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

It’s Jesse. “Yo – what’s up, Mr. White? Bad time to talk? Well, just listen. You know that guy we were talkin’ about, Tuco? Turns out my buddy Skinny Pete was in the same cell block with him over at Los Lunas. We’re gonna go talk to the dude right now.”

“Okay. Well, thank you very much for calling.” To Hank: “My doctor is very solicitous.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Hank says, “but you gotta keep better watch over your turf.”

“I will.”

“We don’t want people to start wonderin’ about you.” Hank looks at Walt seriously, and Walt looks back. It seems like a long moment, then Hank laughs. Walt laughs too.

Scene 5: Jesse and Skinny Pete visit Tuco at his headquarters

Rap music plays as the two go through various entrance checks. Someone takes Jesse’s bag of meth.

Tuco, who seems to have metal teeth, asks, “This your boy?” of Skinny Pete.

“Yeah – Jesse. Dude with the glass I was tellin’ you about.”

Jesse: “Hey, man – yeah. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tuco’s sitting behind a big table. “Break out the ice.” He makes Jesse snort some, then does the same. “Booya! This kicks like a mule with his balls wrapped in duct tape! Where’d you get it?”

“I cooked it.”

Tuco laughs. “Bullshit! Who you workin’ for?”

“No one, man. I have a partner that I cook with, but that’s it.”

“All right. We got a deal.”

“Cool.”

“How much?”

“Thirty-five large for the pound.”

“S’good. Get out of here!”

“What about the money?”

“You’ll get it. This is a consignment operation.”

“You want me to float 35 G’s?”

“You don’t trust me?”

“No, hey – it’s not about that, man. I don’t do business that way.”

“Shit. The deal’s done.”

Jesse turns to Skinny Pete. “You said this was cool!”

Skinny Pete: “Tuco’s good for it.”

Tuco slams the big knife he poked the meth with into the table, point down. “I don’t need your punk ass to vouch for me!”

Jesse grabs the bag of meth and tries to run, but Tuco’s men drag him back in.

He’s panting. “Oh, come on!”

Tuco smiles. “All right. You brought me some really clean crystal. You really want your money up front?” He opens his safe and puts what looks like clumps of money into a cloth bag. As Jesse gets up to take the bag, Tuco slams him to the floor and gives him a vicious beating, using the bag. “Nobody moves crystal in the South Valley but me, bitch!” Jesse’s on the floor, blood coming out of his mouth.

Scene 6

Hugo’s raising the school flag as Hank comes to arrest him. Walt and Junior have just arrived, too. “Uncle Hank’s arresting Mr. Archuleta!” Junior says.

Casa Blanca

Walt’s in the kitchen, leaving a phone message for Jesse. “Where the hell are you? Call me back.”

Playing poker in the living room, the family talks about Walt’s treatment. He tells them that Carmen, the vice principal, is getting someone to sub for him for two weeks.

Junior: “Hey, Uncle Hank – why were you arresting Mr. Archuleta the other day? He’s a pretty cool guy.”

“Well, turns out he has a record. Couple of possession beefs. We figured he was the guy that was stealing your lab’s chemistry gear. You know, he had a key, fit the profile. And when we searched his truck, we found a big old blunt.”

Walt looks sad.

Skyler: “How could they hire him?”

Walt: “He doesn’t strike me as a thief. What’s gonna happen to him?”

“He’ll lose his job, spend a couple months in county…I’m waiting. You gonna man up or puss out?” Bet or fold?

Walt pushes all his chips to the center of the table. “I’m all in.”

Hank folds, only to find that Walt was bluffing. As Marie says, having looked at Walt’s cards, “A hand full o’nothin.'”

The next morning, we see Walt in the shower as he realizes he’s losing his hair. In the kitchen, drinking soda from a can, he calls Jesse, and hears a strange voice answer, “What up?” It’s Skinny Pete.

“Who is this?” Pause. “Where is he then?”

“In the hospital. You the guy?”

“Yeah, I’m the guy. How is he?”

“Got some busted ribs and like that.” We see Jesse, unconscious, in a neck brace. “I was all like, damn, Tuco – chill, ese! He’s out, man, way out. They got him doped up big time.” Walt looks concerned. “So, you the cook, huh? You know I didn’t catch your name.”

Walt doesn’t answer. He sits down. “Tell me about this Tuco. Tell me everything about him.”

We see Walt in the bathroom, shaving his head with an electric razor, then coming into the kitchen for breakfast. Junior smiles, and Skyler puts her hand to her mouth in shock. Sitting down, Walt says, “Morning. Pass the butter, please.”

Junior: “Badass, Dad.”

Scene 7: Walt’s visit to Tuco’s

Walt’s dressed in a gray T-shirt, black pants, and a black jacket. He’s carrying what looks like more meth in a bag.

The music is louder than before. Walt says to the first guard, “You Tuco? I want to talk to Tuco, and I’m not leaving until I do.” He’s frisked roughly, and the bag taken.

Tuco’s examining a big meth crystal on his knife when Walt’s allowed in to see him. “What’s your name?” he asks.

“Heisenberg.”

“Have a seat, Heisenberg.”

“I don’t imagine I’ll be here very long.”

“No? All right. Be that way…Start talking and tell me what you want.”

“$50,000.”

“Fifty G’s. How do you figure that?”

“Thirty-five for the pound of meth you stole, and another fifteen for my partner’s pain and suffering.”

Tuco, wearing black leather, puts his cigarette out on his tongue, and laughs. “Oh, yeah – I remember that little bitch. So, you must be his daddy.” He gets up. “Let me get this straight. I take the dope, beat the piss out of your boy, and you walk in here and bring me more. It’s a brilliant plan, ese – brilliant.”

“You got one part of that wrong.” Walt picks up the big crystal. “This isn’t meth.” He turns and throws it, hard, to the floor, and the room explodes. From outside, we see smoke and debris pouring out of the windows, and heavy objects falling onto Tuco’s men.

Inside, Tuco gets up, covered with dust. “Are you nuts?”

Walt holds the bag up, and when one of Tuco’s men points a gun at him, Tuco tells him, “Calma!” He says to Walt, “You got balls, I’ll give you that. All right. I’ll give you the money. That crystal your partner brought me sold faster than $10 ass in TJ. Let’s say you bring me another pound next week.”

Walt: “Money up front.”

Tuco: “Money up front.”

Walt: “One pound is not gonna cut it. You have to take two.”

Tuco laughs and coughs. “Orale. Hey, what is it?”

“Fulminate of mercury. A little tweak of chemistry.”

Walt backs out, holding two bags, one containing Tuco’s money. He gets in his car, and shouts “Grrrr!!!” till he starts coughing. Music plays, the Silver Seas’ “Catch Yer Own Train”:

I wish I was strong

Would’ve known from the start

Instead of waiting so long

To reveal what’s behind

But there’s no use in talking

You made up your mind…

Baby you and I, (are not the same)

You say you like sun (I like the rain)

So before we go through it all again

You better catch yer own train

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Season 1, Episode 5

Breaking Bad, 1-5 “Gray Matter”

Opener

Jesse, looking cleaned up and cute in a dark suit, dark red shirt, and yellow tie, is applying for a job. “Here’s my resumé,” he says to the man behind the desk. “I mean, the title says ‘curriculum vitae,’ but – ”

“No experience required.”

“And it doesn’t really say it here, but I have a solid background in sales. I’m very much a self-starter, so…I really feel I could be a major asset to your sales force.” We’re impressed, but, apparently, there’s been a misunderstanding.

“Agents need three years experience and a college degree…” The job Jesse’s interviewing for is to stand on the street in a funny suit, waving a sign. Jesse puts his head down on the table. Next, we see him walking out, tearing off his tie as he goes.

The guy in the suit, waving the sign, stops waving, and yells, “Jesse! Hey, man! Yo, man – it’s Badger. What up?”

“Badger?”

“Where you been keepin’ yourself? Nice duds.”

“You, too.”

They share a joint, provided by Badger, and Jesse asks, “Why would you want to do this lame-ass job?”

“‘Cause I’m on probation, man. Gotta prove to the man I’m rehabilitated.” He asks Jesse if he has any “crystal.”

“I been out of the business for a while. Thinking about retiring.”

“What? No! That stuff was awesome!”

“I had this partner who was helping me cook, but he was an asshole. Anyway, sudo was getting harder and harder to come by.”

“I can hook you up with some sudo. We could partner up. Think about it. Gotta go…”

Jesse’s in his car, looking at the want ad section of the paper he’s brought with him. He leans back for a moment, then gets out and walks toward Badger.

Scene 1: Eliot Schwartz’s birthday party at the Schwartz mansion

Walt and Skyler, all dressed up, get out of their car and walk toward the party, Walt complaining that the gift he’s brought is stupid. Eliot and his wife Gretchen greet them, congratulating Walt and Skyler on the baby.

Next, we see Walt in the Schwartzes’ huge library, looking at a “Scientific American” with “Gray Matter Technologies” on the cover (Schwartz (black) + White = gray). Walt and Eliot came up with the name in grad school. He starts coughing.

Now an older guy named Farley is introducing Walt to some other men, telling them that Walt “was the master of crystallography.” They ask what he’s doing now, and Walt says, “I gravitated toward education.”

“What university?” Walt doesn’t answer.

Eliot’s opening his gifts, one of which is a Stratocaster electric guitar from Eric Clapton. Next he opens Walt’s: a package of ramen noodles. “This is what Walt and I lived on while we were working on our thesis. They were ten for $1.99. I love it! Thank you, Walt.”

Walt: “Well, for the man who has everything.”

Later, as they’re talking and laughing about old times, Eliot says, “I miss this, Walt.”

“Yeah, me too…Skyler and I would love to have you and Gretchen over for dinner sometime.” When Eliot starts talking about working together again, he says, “Are you asking me to come work for you at Gray Matter?”

Eliot: “You’re a little rusty, but we could really use a new pair of eyes.”

“Sounds good, but…the offer is very appealing. I thank you, but I have some personal issues.”

Eliot knows what this means, and we realize the job offer is his effort to help out financially. “We have excellent health insurance.”

Walt’s mad at Skyler for telling Eliot about his cancer when they get back together and are leaving the party. Skyler says, “He knew something was wrong with you, and he pressed me.” When Walt says something else, she says, “I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”

“He offered me a fig leaf job to allow me to accept his charity. Then he offered to flat out pay for my treatment.”

“What did you say?”

“What do you think?”

“Why?”

Scene 2: Three for breakfast, chez White

Silence, except for the TV. Junior gets up. Walt: “Ready to go?”

“I’m taking the bus.”

Scene 3: Badger arrives at Jesse’s with a bag of stuff, then we’re in the RV in the desert

“Are those bullet holes?” Badger asks, looking at the door.

“No, those are for ventilation.”

“Nice set up.”

“I used to have twice as much glassware till my dumb partner drove the RV into a ditch.” He shows off what he still has. “Basic chemistry, yo, So, you got something for me?”

“Hell, yeah.” Badger pulls out boxes of Sudafed.

“Okay. We’re in business.”

Badger’s also brought a crossbow. “We might see javelinas.”

Cook montage in the desert: Badger clowns around to rap music (“Oh, sock it to me!”) while Jesse cooks. “I’m not sure it’ll come out right,” he says.

Scene 4: Outside a strip mall liquor store

Junior and two or three friends want some beer, and Junior’s been elected to approach people to ask them to buy it for them. When the first man he asks turns out to be an off-duty cop, his friends run off.

Next thing we see, is the cop saying, “This is just a warning. You have a good dad here.” But it’s not Walt; it’s Hank.

When they’re alone in Hank’s SUV, Hank says, “Not cool, man. Not cool…Calling me, not your father. How’s that gonna make him feel?”

At the White house, Skyler sends Junior to his room. Marie, there, too, asks Skyler, “Where’s Walt?”

“Haven’t seen him since this morning.”

Hank: “He’s acting out ’cause his dad’s sick.”

Skyler: “First the pot – ” She looks up at Marie and Hank. “Walt, not Walt, Jr.”

Marie: “Excuse me?”

Skyler: “He admitted it.”

“Walt?” Hank laughs.

Skyler: “Why would anyone in their right mind refuse treatment, especially when it’s completely paid for? You know what we need to do? Sit him down, all of us, and talk it through.”

Marie: “An intervention…”

Skyler: “No. A family meeting.”

Scene 5: The cook site, inside the RV

The meth came out white, but cloudy. Jesse, wanting it to be clear, says, “It’s not right.”

Badger: “Good enough.”

Jesse takes the pan outside and throws the meth out on the ground. “Our customers are gonna demand a certain standard. We’ll just do it again. That’s how we get it right.” Badger roots around on the ground.

Scene 6: Casa Blanca

When Walt gets home, Skyler, Junior, Hank, and Marie are waiting for him in the living room with the “talking pillow.”

Skyler: “Please have a seat, and join us.”

Scene 7: the RV

The second batch still isn’t right, and Jesse and Badger fight over the tray, damaging some of the equipment. Jesse locks Badger out of the RV and drives away, while B. runs after him with his crossbow, yelling, “Come back here, bitch!”

Scene 8: Casa Blanca

Junior, Marie, and Hank are sitting on the couch, and Walt and Skyler are in chairs facing each other. Skyler has the talking pillow. “It’s okay to lean on people now and again,” she says. “You need this treatment.”

Hank: “I care about you a helluva lot. Cancer’s a shit hand, but your luck can change. You just gotta hang in there and keep placing your bets. If you were playing baseball, and your arm was hurt, you’d use a pinch hitter, right? You got your pride, man – I get it – but if Daddy Warbucks wants to chip in, I say take the money and run.”

“This is bullshit,” Junior says, looking at Skyler.

“Talk,” she responds. “Tell your dad how you feel.”

“I’m pissed off. You’re a pussy. You’re like ready to give up. What if you gave up on me? This here [he lifts up his crutch] – all the shit I’ve been through, and you’re scared of a little chemotherapy.”

Marie: “I think you should do whatever you want to do.” Responding to Skyler’s outrage, she adds, “He’s the one with the cancer.” She says she sees people all the time suffering through treatment they got talked into by their families.

Hank: “I agree with Marie on this. He wants to die like a man.”

Skyler: “I don’t want him to die at all! That’s the whole point of this! Either help or leave.” The two sisters start fighting, and Hank whistles to shut them up.

“This is stupid,” Junior repeats.

Walt stands up with the pillow, then sits down for his say. “We love each other, and we want what’s best for each other. I know that. I’m thankful for that. What I want, what I need, is a choice.”

Skyler: “What does that mean?”

“Sometimes I feel like I never make any of my own choices. My entire life, it just seems I never had a real say about any of it. All I have left is how I choose to approach this.”

Skyler: “Then make the right choice. What about your son? Don’t you want to see your daughter grow up?”

“Of course, I do. Skyler, you’ve read the statistics. These doctors talk about surviving one year, two years, as if that’s the only thing that matters. But what good is it to survive if I’m too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love. For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don’t want to choke down thirty or forty pills every day, or lose my hair and lie around too tired to get up. Just marking time. No. No. And that’s how you would remember me. That’s the worst part. So, that’s my ‘thought process,’ Skyler. I’m sorry. I just – I choose not to do it.”

When Walt wakes up the next morning, Skyler’s already gotten up. He puts his head on her pillow, touches the books stacked on her night table (Let’s Fight Cancer, etc.), and opens her jar of night cream and smells it. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts on his glasses.

Skyler’s in the kitchen, scrubbing a frying pan. Walt comes up behind her, puts his arms around her, and lays his head on her shoulder. “All right,” he says.

“All right, what?”

“I’ll do the treatment.”

She turns, he strokes the side of her face, and they embrace. Walt says, “It’s gonna be okay.”

Scene 9: the oncologist’s waiting room

Obedient once again, Walt’s wearing a beige sweater over a beige turtleneck. He smiles at Junior. When Skyler mentions their credit card, he says, “I’ll take care of it.” He’s called in, and we see him getting a radiation treatment.

Later, Walt’s driving by himself when he gets a call from Gretchen. She says Eliot told her about the cancer and his offer of help. “You have to accept. That money belongs to you. Even the name of our company is half yours. Walt, is this about you and me?” There’s a long pause.

Walt: “I really appreciate what you and Eliot have offered to do for me. But the insurance came through after all. Thank you though.”

“That’s good news. Keep in touch, okay?”

“I will, and thanks for calling.”

Scene 10: Jesse’s garage

Jesse’s sadly covering the grimy glassware with a tarp when Walt walks up. Jesse says, “Yo!” and stands defensively in the doorway.

But Walt’s come in peace. “Want to cook?” he asks.

 

 

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Season 1, Episode 4

Breaking Bad, 1-4: “Cancer Man”

Opener

Hank, detailing “Operation Icebreaker” for his team, says that Krazy-8, a DEA informant, ratted out his cousin Emilio, then went missing. In his car was two grams of the purest meth the agents that found it have ever seen. A gas mask discovered at the scene has been sent to Quantico to be analyzed. “We have some new players in town with an extremely high skill-set; Albuquerque just may have a new kingpin.”

Scene 1: the White backyard

Pieces of barbecued chicken are burning on a grill, though at first we don’t know what this bloody, burning mass, seen close-up, is. Hank shouts, “Jesus, Walt, you’re burning the shit out of them!”

A bit later, with everyone in the family but Walt seated at the patio table, Walt solicitously asks Skyler if she needs anything. Things seem good between them. Hank, giving Junior advice on how to be successful in his dating efforts, says he asked Marie for a date “fifty times. Walt, tell Junior how you met Skyler.”

Junior: “Mom was a waitress at Los Alamos.”

Walt recounts the story in a relaxed, fond way. “It was just a summer job. She was a hostess and cash register attendant at a place close enough to the lab for me to ride my bike. It got so I would only go when I knew she was working. When it was slow, she’d be doing crossword puzzles. Once I caught onto that, I started doing the crossword, too, while I ate my grilled cheese sandwich. Eventually, I saw her looking over at me, and started asking her for clues. Boy, I tell you – I was terrible at those puzzles. But your mother would do them in ink.”

Skyler is starting to cry. Marie gets up and goes to her. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

Skyler: “Ask him.” She gets up and goes inside.

Marie: “What’s she talking about? Walt?”

Walt: “I have cancer. Lung cancer. It’s bad.” We focus on Junior’s subtly shocked face, then see Hank’s and Marie’s reactions.

Scene 2: nighttime inside Casa Blanca

Junior’s in his room listening to music on big earphones. At first we think he doesn’t care, but he’s trying to soothe himself – we catch him wiping tears from the far side of his face. The rest of the family’s in the living room. Hank asks, “How long have you known?”

“A month maybe.”

“Why didn’t you tell anybody?”

Skyler: “See? We’re family. We go through these things together.”

Hank: “I don’t get it. Lung cancer? How can that happen? You don’t even smoke.”

Skyler tries to blame it on Walt’s long-ago work at Los Alamos, but Walt says, “It wasn’t that.”

Marie’s says the “next step” should be to get a second opinion. “I’ll talk to my radiologists. We’ll find you the oncology dream team.”

“Good – sounds good,” Skyler says. “Yeah!”

Walt agrees, and they kiss, Skyler still crying. Then she says, “I’m going to check on Walt, Jr. See if he’ll join us.” Marie goes with her.

Hank says, “Walt, whatever happens, I’ll take care of your family.”

Walt nods slightly, not saying anything. He looks grim, and we can tell he doesn’t want it to come to that, doesn’t want Hank to be the hero he couldn’t be.

Scene 3: Jesse’s house, the same night

We see a young man, whom we later come to know as Combo, a buddy of Jesse’s, in the hallway, looking up at the blood-rimmed hole in the ceiling where the tub fell through. He goes into the living room, where Jesse and another friend, Skinny Pete, are having snacks around a messy table.

“Hey,” Combo says. “What happened to the ceiling in the hallway?”

“I think the house is just settling,” Jesse answers. He seems nervous, having trouble getting back to his normal routine after the experiences he’s just had with Walt. Since he has to live where a lot of it happened, his memories are more vivid.

Combo: “Say, uh, Jesse. Still cookin’ a little crystal?”

Jesse: “Could be. Yeah. From time to time.”

Skinny Pete: “I heard you lost your partner. Emilio. Didn’t he get locked up?”

Combo: “No, man, he’s out. His cousin bailed him out. I think he skipped town or somethin.'”

Jesse: “I don’t know about any of that. I’ve just been kinda doing my own thing these days, so…”

Combo: “But you got some crystal? ‘Cause I could seriously go for a bowl right now.”

Skinny Pete: “Yeah – Sunday night bowl, yo.”

Jesse: “Well, it just so happens that I recently cooked the best batch ever.”

Skinny Pete: “Yeah?”

Jesse: “Oh, yeah! Came up with this whole new recipe. It’s just the bomb! But I don’t know. I’ve been thinking I’d just lay off of it for a while. ‘Cause lately it’s been making me paranoid, so…I got plenty of pot.” Jesse’s obviously invited his friends over to try to comfort himself and resume his life as it was. But they’re more interested in a certain kind of high than in his company. Making their excuses, they get up to leave.

Jesse, desperately: “Hey, homes! I’m joking! I’m totally joking…with you. You kidding? Sit down.” He pulls the bag of meth out of his jacket pocket.

Scene 4: next day, Jesse’s house

Two older women go by on their exercise walk. Jesse’s alone, looking fearfully out the window, though it’s just a nice, normal, sunny, New Mexican day. He smokes some more meth in his glass pipe, weird music playing. Then we see two big, scary bikers on motorcycles, one with a hand grenade, the other wielding a big knife. Bam, bam, bam! They knock on Jesse’s door. He hides the meth bag in one of his stereo speakers, and runs outside. He crawls under the RV, then jumps over the fence. Now we get that in reality the two door-knockers are Mormon missionaries in white shirts and black pants. Daypacks slung on their shoulders, they return to and get on their bicycles.

Scene 5: the Whites’ bathroom

Replacing a big bandage on his leg, Walt sees a dot of blood on his tan pants. Frustrated and in a hurry, he takes them off and starts scrubbing at the spot with a toothbrush.

Skyler knocks on the door. “Do you need some help?”

“No.”

“I’m right outside.”

Walt tries to stifle his coughing.

In the living room, Skyler’s making a doctor’s appointment for Walt. “Can I put that on a credit card?”

Walt comes in, and she tells him the appointment – on Friday – is with, “Honey, the best oncologist – Dr. Delcavoli. Marie really came through for us. From here on…”

Walt: “Credit card?” Then, when he finds out they’ll be charged a $5,000 deposit: “What’s that? Just a start? To tell me what I already know?”

Skyler: “Come on – don’t get hung up on money. We can always borrow from Hank.”

“Absolutely not. We’re not gonna do that.”

“Well, maybe we could ask your mom. Have you even called her yet?” Walt shakes his head. “You’re gonna have to tell her.”

“I’ll call her.” But he never does – in fact, we never hear of Walt’s mom again.

“Money is not the issue here,” Skyler says, hugging her husband.

“I’ll take care of the deposit,” Walt says. “I’ll borrow it from my pension.”

In the nursery, Walt gets cash out of the space behind the heater vent. Bills start to blow around as the heat comes on. Then Junior comes in. “What’s up?”

Walt: “I thought I heard mice.”

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re acting all…Why are you acting so weird?”

“Son – ”

“You’re acting like nothing is going on.” He shakes his head, turns, and hobbles away on his forearm crutches. Walt’s upset, but goes back to the vent.

Scene 6: the bank

Walt, driving on a suburban, almost rural highway, realizes a highway patrol car is coming up behind him, siren on and lights flashing. Horrified, because of all the cash he has on him, he pulls over. The cop, to his great relief, speeds on by. In the bank parking lot, a man in a red sports car zips into the parking spot Walt’s been waiting for. He’s angry, but finds another spot.

Inside, the same man, talking on his cell phone (via Bluetooth earpiece) is in the bank line. He’s making sexist comments about the female bank tellers. Walt’s completely distracted by this when one of the tellers calls him. “Sir?” He gives her the cash, asking for a cashier’s check made out to Oncology Associates.

Scene 7: Jesse’s family’s house (Jesse’s run all the way there)

Jesse’s parents and younger brother, a 12-year-old boy named “Jay,” are eating in the dining room and talking about which instrument Jay will play in the school band. Apparently, he’s a gifted child who can play at least two instruments. Suddenly, Mr. Pinkman hears someone in the back yard. “Who’s there?” he calls, running outside. Seeing that it’s Jesse, limping with a hurt leg, he demands, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Jesse: “Hi, Dad – Mom – Jay…Got some patio furniture – right on!”

Inside Jesse’s bedroom, we see a framed drawing of his, dated 1991, on the wall. The camera then pans over a school picture of Jesse at 5 or 6: blond, innocent, and hopeful. We see another picture, taken at Jay’s age, in a frame on the bedside table: Jesse with an adorable smile. Jesse gets on the bed, fully clothed, and his body starts to let go of its high tension level. We see time passing – he sleeps for 24 hours.

Downstairs, Mom and Dad confer. “What do you think it could be?” Mrs. Pinkman asks anxiously.

“I’m no expert – uppers, downers – your guess is as good as mine.”

“I think we should check his arms for needle marks.”

“Do we let him stay?”

“They have some kind of meetings for drug users at the church. If he would attend those as a condition of staying…I just don’t know what to tell Jake.”

Jesse comes into the kitchen, saying, “Hey – ”

“Good evening,” Mr. P. says.

Mrs. P.: “Sleep well?”

“Yeah. What time’s dinner?
“In about an hour. You know, I could wash those clothes if you’d like. They look a little lived in.”

“Maybe later.” Jesse leaves.

“We are not doing this again,” his father says. “We said we’d lay down the law – we’ll lay down the law. We just have to be consistent about it.”

Jesse is carefully and a bit wistfully setting the dining room table. His parents come into the doorway and watch him for a moment, then withdraw back into the kitchen.

Scene 8: Walt’s classroom

Junior’s waiting for Walt, who’s at his desk finishing some paperwork. Walt says, “You know, I think that things have a way of working themselves out.” Junior looks dubious.

Scene 9: Jacob Pinkman’s bedroom

Jay is at his desk, doing something on his computer; Jesse’s marveling at the awards on his wall. “Just remember,” he says, “not all learning comes out of books…Look at you!” he adds, looking at his brother’s trophies. He sits down on the bed. “We should hang out more often…Just kick back and chill…I mean, if you ever need any advice. ‘Cause, you know, I’ve been through it all, for real…Hey, man, you play the flute?”

“It’s a piccolo, actually.”

“Play some Jethro Tull!”

Mrs. Pinkman appears in the doorway. “Hey, guys! How’re we doin’ in here?”

“We’re good,” Jesse answers.

“Jay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great.” She leaves.

Jesse looks upset. “What the hell? You see this? Am I some criminal or something?”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever? Why? You think that’s okay? Like, oh, we can’t let that scumbag warp the mind of our favorite son.”

“You’re the favorite.”

“I’m the favorite? Yeah, right!”

“You’re all they ever talk about.”

Jesse looks surprised. We see him outside the house, smoking a cigarette in the dark, then in bed, trying to sleep. Getting up and opening the wooden chest at the foot of his bed, he pulls out a toy spider, then a headless superhero figure. Finally, he gets to some old drawings of his. He laughs at a caricature he drew of Mr. White. “Awesome!” But when he turns the paper over, it’s a failed chemistry test with Walt’s comment: “Ridiculous! Apply yourself!” written on it in red. Jesse’s cell phone rings. “Yeah?” We half expect it to be Walt, but it’s Combo, asking if Jesse has “any more of that product.” Jesse says he’s not giving out any more “charity,” and Combo says, “No, man. These dudes are in town. They want to par-tay. You up to making some fast stacks? ‘Cause I’ll buy everything you got.” Jesse sighs.

Scene 10: Casa Blanca, daytime

Walt’s at the vent space again when the doorbell rings. He goes to the door, looks through the peephole, and says, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

It’s Jesse. They go into the back yard.

Jesse: “Yo – I waited till the ballbuster left. No offense.”

Walt grabs him. “You got a wire on?”

“A wire? You want a wire? I got a wire (grabs his crotch)! Speak into the mike. A wire – Jesus.”

“So, who did you tell about it?”

“No one.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To touch base.”

“Touch base?”

“Yeah – you know – they call it debriefing. I thought maybe we could debrief.”

“Debrief?” Walt’s almost smiling now.

“Yeah, man. After what happened, it seems like the thing to do. Talk about it. We can’t talk to anybody else. Anyway – that and I wanted to tell you how much everybody digs that meth we cooked. Seriously, I got dudes that would give their left nut for a little more…I’m just sayin,’ if you ever saw your way clear to you and I cookin’ a little more…”

“Wow…Get the hell off my property!”

“What? I’m just sayin’ – ”

“And don’t come back. Now!”

“Fine…fine. Either way, four grand – your share from sellin’ that batch. That’s right. I didn’t smoke it all.” Jesse throws a bunch of loose bills at Walt, and walks away. Walt gets the pool-cleaning net to fish bills out of the water.

Scene 11: Walt’s appointment with the oncologist

Doc: “…spread to your lymph nodes. There’s no denying it’s very serious.

Skyler: “It’s curable?”

Doc: “I prefer to say ‘treatable.'” He says his protocol has “resulted in remission in certain cases…Side effects vary: hair loss, fatigue, weight loss, nausea.”

As Walt has more and more trouble concentrating, a loud noise drowns out the doctor’s voice.

Scene 12: Jesse’s parents’ house

After the cleaning lady finds a joint behind the plant on Jesse’s bedside table, we see Jesse and his parents at the kitchen table. “Got anything to say?” Mr. Pinkman asks. “What do you know about this?” He points to the joint, lying in the middle of the table.

“Nothing.”

Mom: “We’ve been through this before, more than once. It makes us feel like fools. Enough, Jesse. Enough.”

Dad: “We are not going to have this in our house. We need you to leave.”

Jesse pockets the joint, and goes. His parents seem upset, but firm in their conviction that they’ve done the right thing.

We see Jesse on the sidewalk in front of the house. Jake comes out, wearing the same kind of wide-striped, long-sleeved rugby shirt that Junior White favors. “Thanks for not telling on me,” he says. “You think I can have it back?”

Jesse pretends to hand his brother the joint, then crumbles it between his fingers, drops it on the sidewalk, and grinds it into dust with his foot. “That’s skunkweed anyway,” he says. Having protected and warned his little brother, he gets in the cab he’s called.

Scene 13: Casa Blanca

“This is very helpful,” Skyler says, looking up from a pamphlet on cancer treatment.

Walt and Junior are watching the news on TV, and we hear, “The military says this weapon would be effective in any battle.”

Skyler wants to make an appointment and get started. “What do we have to do first?” she asks.

“Well, there’s the money question,” Walt says. “$90,000 out of pocket. Maybe more.”

Skyler: “There’s always a way. Maybe I could go back to work.” Junior, still in front of the TV, is listening.

“All right, Skyler. Say there is a way, and we spend all that money, and – ” He looks at her. “Am I supposed to leave you with all that debt? I just don’t want emotions ruling us.”

Junior gets up and confronts his dad. “Then why don’t you just die already? Just give up and die?” He doesn’t want to lose his father, and doesn’t understand why Walt isn’t willing to try to live/not abandon him.

Later, we see Walt driving and coughing. He ends up coughing so hard, he has to pull into a gas station lot. There’s blood in the hand he was using to cover his mouth. Then he sees the same obnoxious red-sport-car guy trying to pull in and shouting at an older woman, on foot, blocking his way.

Grimacing, Walt gets out of his car, and grabs the window cleaner squeegee from the gas tank island. Obnoxious guy’s inside, having left his car at the pump. Walt reaches in the car’s open window and releases the hood. Spanning the car’s battery terminals with the squeegee, he starts an explosive fire. Satisfied, he gets back in his car, as the guy runs outside, shouting that he’ll sue the gas station.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Season 1, Episode 3

Breaking Bad, 1-3: “And the Bag’s in the River”

Opener

Walt and Jesse, in full protective gear, are cleaning Jesse’s hall floor. Walt flashes back to an earlier time in his life, when he was romantically involved with a beautiful dark-haired woman we’ll come to know in the present by her married name: Gretchen Schwartz. In the flashback, Walt and Gretchen are in a big, windowed room – kind of an observatory/ivory tower – trying to list the chemical elements in the human body. Walt’s current partner Skyler’s no dummy, but Gretchen appears to have been his soul- and mind-mate.

Meanwhile, Walt-in-the-present’s on his hands and knees with a scrub brush, coughing, and Krazy-8, still locked to a post in the basement, is watching an ever-widening circle of red forming on the floor from a ceiling drip. Walt dumps a bucket of red gore into Jesse’s toilet.

Scene 1: Casa Blanca

Skyler and Walt, Jr. are painting the baby’s room life-giving green and pale coral pink, while Marie frets over the new pair of white uniform shoes she’s wearing (she’s an x-ray technician).

Junior gets a call from his friend Lewis and leaves after a bit of repartee with Skyler that ends with her saying, “Please don’t say ‘yo’ – you can’t know how much I hate that.” Using her creative writing as an excuse, Skyler then asks Marie about personality or mood shifts caused by smoking marijuana. Marie jumps to the conclusion that Walt, Jr.’s on the stuff.

Scene 2: Jesse’s place, outside

Walt and Jesse, still in their protective gear, stand in inflatable kids’ wading pools hosing each other off. Then we see Jesse retrieving the plastic bag of meth they’ve cooked from the under-sink cabinet in the upstairs bathroom. He sits on the toilet in his yellow shirt, black and white jacket, black pants, and green beanie, smoking meth in his crack pipe, and trying to relax. At the same time, Walt’s emptying Krazy-8’s shit bucket into the basement toilet.

8 looks beaten down. “Look at me,” he says. “Turn around and look at me. I wouldn’t treat my worst enemy this way. This is degrading….Kill me, or let me go.” He starts coughing, then cries, “Walter!” when Walt starts to leave.

Walt turns sharply. “How do you know my name?” 8 says Jesse told him. “What else did he tell you?” Everything – that he’s a chemistry teacher, that he has a handicapped son…

“Your partner has a big mouth.”

“So, I should just let you go?”

“It’s that or cold-blooded murder…Besides, your real problem is sitting upstairs.”

Walt races upstairs and bangs on the second-floor bathroom door. “Occupied,” Jesse says, and when Walt keeps banging, “Can you give me a little privacy here?”

Walt kicks the door in (the first of many times he’ll do this to Jesse), and rants about how 8 knows his name, “where I work, about my son…” He tries to flush the bag of meth down the toilet, and the two fight furiously over the bag, which Jesse finally throws out the open window. They race downstairs, Walt slowed by a coughing fit, then fight and argue at Jesse’s car.

“I didn’t ask for any of this!” Jesse cries.

“It all happened because you didn’t follow my instructions.”

“Well, heil Hitler, bitch!” Jesse concludes by reminding Walt that “coin flip is sacred. Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin.” He drives off.

Scene 3: a fancy women’s shop

Marie is trying on a pair of deep purple heels, while the shop girl talks on her cell phone. Hank calls Marie on her cell. He’s corralling some Hispanic prisoners somewhere in the city, and trying to return his wife’s call at the same time. “What’s the big emergency, babe?”

“Skyler says Walt, Jr.’s on marijuana!”

“She said that?”

“Well, she inferred it. I want you to talk to him – tell him some horror stories, show him some autopsy photos – ”

“Of a pot overdose?”

“Hank, he respects you.”

“Okay – I’ll go over there after work.”

The shop girl tells Marie she has to be wearing “footies” if she wants to try on shoes. When she goes back to her phone call, Marie keeps trying the shoes on anyway. Then she puts her white shoes on the display stand in the window, and walks out without paying for the purple shoes she has on.

Scene 4: the parking lot in front of the “Crystal Palace” motel

The lot is full of scags and bag people. Hank has brought Walt, Jr. here in his black SUV cop car to show him what pot use can lead to. Junior interrupts Hank’s “Does this look like a nice place?” questions to say mildly, “I thought we were going to Coldstone Creamery.”

“First we’re taking a little detour. This place is where the meth heads hang out. They got started with pot – that’s the gateway drug.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“‘Cause I love you, you little bastard!” Hank calls Wendy, a meth head/prostitute over.

She comes to Hank’s side of the car, and says, “I ain’t holdin’, okay?” Hank tells her to go to Junior’s side. “I ain’t doin’ him – he’s a kid.”

Hank makes her show Junior her teeth. “The pipe, definitely.” He asks Wendy if she ever smoked pot.  Then, after Wendy’s gone, he asks, “What do you think?”

“Cool.”

Wendy goes back to her room. Jesse’s there, freaking out about the cops. He takes off his pants, and Wendy gets on his lap with her back to him.

Scene 5: Jesse’s house

Walt’s sitting on the upstairs toilet, compiling a “pro and con” list on whether he should kill 8. On the “Let him live” side, he’s written, “Want to live with yourself” and “Murder is wrong.” Back on the main floor, he calls Skyler. “I’m so sorry – I had to work late. Bogdan had me doing inventory. You’re right – I gotta learn to say, ‘No.'”

“You’re at the car wash?”

“Yes.”

“I seriously doubt that, since you quit two weeks ago. I called Bogdan looking for you, and he gave me an earful.”

“I’ll come home, and we’ll talk about it.”

“Wherever you are, why don’t you just stay there?”

“Walter!” 8 shouts from below. Coughing, Walt makes him a sandwich, cutting the crusts off and putting it on a yellow plate.  He coughs all the way down the stairs, and, having gotten to the bottom, faints, dropping the plate. A few minutes later, he wakes up, the side of his face covered with gray basement dust. “How long was I out?”

“Ten, fifteen minutes…I’ve never seen someone knock themselves out just by coughing. You breathe the same fumes as me?”

“I’ve got lung cancer.”

Walt goes upstairs, puts the pieces of the plate in the trash, and makes another sandwich. Giving it to 8 downstairs, he says, “It’s safe – no poison.”

“That’d be a safe way, if you wanted to kill me.”

“I suppose.”

“You being a chemist and all.”

Walt’s also brought down a six-pack of beer. Now he rolls a can to 8, and, sitting a safe distance away, opens one for himself.

“What’s your real name?”

“Domingo.”

“That’s Sunday.”

“Yes.”

“I’d rather call you that, if you don’t mind.”

“Whatever. I never liked it much.”

“You from around town?”

“You getting to know me isn’t going to make it any easier to kill me.”

“You don’t think I have it in me, do you? Maybe I don’t. I’m looking for a reason not to.”

“I’d forget all about what’s happened – you’d be safe. Of course, anybody in my place would promise you that. It’s true in my case, but you’d never know for sure…I’m from here. Studied business administration at UNM.”

“That must come in handy in the drug trade.”

“I wanted to study music originally, but Pops said there was no money in it.”

“What does your dad do?”

“He owns Tampico Furniture on Menaul.”

“I know that place.” Walt and 8 get almost chummy, laughing about the store’s late-night TV ads, its jingle, and Walt’s having bought Junior’s crib there, possibly from 8.

Walt: “Small world.”

“It is.”

“The paths we take, uh?”

8: “Jesse know you got cancer?”

“No one knows but you.”

“Not your family?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not a conversation I’m even remotely ready to have.”

“That’s why you’re cooking meth – to get money for your family. I’ll write you a check right now, if you let me go…This line of work doesn’t suit you. You should get out before it’s too late.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I’ll get the key.”

Walt gets the bike lock key from its magnetic holder under a kitchen cabinet. Then he throws his beer can in the trash, sees the plate pieces, and starts thinking. He gets them out and puts them together like a puzzle on the counter. One long, jagged piece is missing. Not wanting to believe that 8 has it, he goes through the trash again. Finally, he goes downstairs, slowly, holding the key.

8 stands up. “You’re doing the right thing, Walt.”

Key in hand, Walt motions for 8 to turn so that they’re not face-to-face. “So, you’re not angry?”

“What do you mean? Angry? Live and let live, that’s my motto.”

“That’s very understanding.”

“Whatever, man. I just want to go home.”

“Me, too.”

“Unlock me, Walter.”

Hand grasping the lock, Walt asks, “If I do, are you going to stick me with that broken piece of plate?”

8 tries to, getting Walt in the leg as Walt pulls back on the lock, choking 8 to death. Afterward, Walt crouches against the pole in back of 8’s dead body, saying, “I’m so sorry.”

So, Walt’s killed two men, drug dealers who were trying to kill him, by the end of the third episode. It’s unclear what he did with 8’s body, but, in the seventh and last episode of this season, Jesse mentions two bodies having been reduced to “raspberry slushie” and flushed down his toilet.

Scene 6

Jesse’s neighborhood, morning, people engaging in normal activities

Jesse drives up and parks in the driveway. Warily, he goes inside. The blinds are drawn, and no one seems to be there. At the top of the basement stairs, he calls, “Hello? Anybody down here?” Eerie music plays. He goes downstairs, and the only sign that 8 was ever there is the U-lock, placed on a ledge. Jesse picks it up and studies it.

Walt’s classroom

Kids are milling around and talking. The principal comes in and settles them down. “Mr. White is a little under the weather, so we’re going to watch this important video on carbon.”

The desert

Hank and his team investigate Walt and Jesse’s cook site, recognizing it as such, but thinking the culprits were Mexicans because of the low-rider yellow car left behind. The camper’s tracks are spotted. Inside 8’s car, Hank ribs Gomie: “What the hell? You guys used to be conquistadors for Christ’s sake.” Finding a secret compartment in the dash containing a sample of Walt and Jesse’s meth, he holds it up and describes it as “too damn white.” Evidently, there’s a new meth operation in town. Meanwhile, an Indian woman and her kids have given the rest of the team Walt’s gas mask.

Scene 7: a highway overpass

Walt’s parked on the overpass, thinking about the past again. Walt-in-the-past: “Something’s missing.”

Gretchen: “What about the soul?”

Walt-past leans in to kiss her, saying, “There’s nothing but chemistry here.”

Present Walt drives home, dejected. Going in the house, he finds Skyler sitting on their bed, her back to him. It looks like she’s been crying. “Skyler,” he says, “there’s something I have to tell you.”

 

 

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Season 1, Episode 2

Breaking Bad, 1-2: “Cat’s in the Bag”

Opener

Walt and Skyler finish having sex. Walt gets up, coughing, and goes to the bathroom. Washing his face, he looks in the mirror. It’s as if he can’t recognize himself.

“Twelve hours earlier…” Walt picks up his wallet and Jesse’s camcorder while an Indian on a backhoe tows the RV out of the ditch. The Indian says not a word as Walt thanks him profusely, with made-up excuses as to what happened. Walt looks in his wallet for money, and there is none, so he takes a handful from Jesse, who’s giving the Indian “mad props!” When the Indian still stands there, Walt takes a second handful of bills and stuffs it into the man’s hand.

When they’re alone, Jesse asks (re: the bodies), “Can’t we just dump ’em here?”

“People have seen us.”

They argue about Walt’s efforts to start the RV. J: “You’re gonna flood it!” He has to agree to park the RV at his house.

W.: “After we clean up this mess, we’re done.”

J.: “That goes double for me.” They’re both heartily sick of their new enterprise. Still, having bonded and cooperated in spite of it all, they exchange high fives when the RV finally starts.

The opener ends with shots of Walt’s left-behind gas mask and Krazy-8 showing signs of life.

Scene 1

Walt has spent the night, naked, on the bathroom floor. He’s coughing as Skyler knocks, asking, “Walt? You comin’ out?”

Scene 2

The three Whites are eating breakfast together again. The phone rings as Walt, clearly inspired by Skyler’s low-cut top, tells a lame story about girls’ yearbook photos nixed on account of “cleavage.” Are the Whites waking up from their bland, middle-class routine?

The phone rings again, and Jesse leaves a message pretending to be A.T. & T.

When Walt, still in the kitchen with his family, calls him back, we see Jesse in his kitchen, wearing a yellow jacket over black clothing. Jesse: “He’s not dead! Where the hell are you? We got loose ends here!”

Walt says he’ll deal with it after school, and for his family’s benefit: “So annoying, these people.”

Because her sensors have detected changes in her routinized husband, and she has a keen bullshit detector, Skyler dials *69 after Walt and Junior leave for school. She hears the crazy message on Jesse’s answering machine, which has lots of “yo”‘s in it and “representin’ ABQ,” and ends, “What’s up bee-yotch? Leave at tone.”

Scene 3: Walt’s classroom

His mind only half on his teaching, Walt mentions “chiral polarity,” and gives “good and bad” as an example. (In chemistry, chiral polarity describes a molecule that has a non-superposable mirror image. In geometry a figure is chiral if it’s not identical to its mirror image. So, Walt’s not what he seems, or has an evil twin…)

When class is over, Walt goes into the supply area and takes two jugs of clear liquid, which we later realize is the acid he and Jesse need to dissolve the dead bodies.

Scene 4: Jesse’s house, etc.

Jesse’s putting something on his bad eye when he hears a strange noise. He goes outside and sees Krazy 8 stumbling down the street. Walt, driving up at the same time, almost hits the zombie-like figure. He turns around, and 8, seeing him, runs away, hitting a tree. As Walt puts Krazy 8 in his car, and brings him back to Jesse’s, a woman’s voice is singing “Baby, you knock me out,” and “You know you’re movin’ me.”

Skyler, at home on her laptop, has gotten Jesse’s name and address from an online reverse telephone book, and found his website, which looks wild and garish. “Milf? What’s a milf?” she muses. (According to Wikipedia, “MILF, an acronym for ‘Mom, I’d Like to Fuck,’ is a vulgar colloquial term denoting a sexually attractive female, usually several years older than the person using the term.” This suggests a weird connection between Jesse and Skyler. It also indicates that Jesse needs mothering. He’s a Lost Boy, in need of parenting in general. )

Krazy 8 is now in Jesse’s basement, breathing with difficulty, a sound scarily amplified through the heating vents for those on the first floor. On the first floor, Walt questions Jesse about their prisoner, concluding from Jesse’s answers that he’s a drug distributor with a reputation for violence. (J: “He did try to kill us both yesterday. There’s that.”)

“Would he listen to reason?”

“What kind of reason?”

Hearing 8 rampaging around the basement, Jesse says, “We need to bounce!”

Walt goes down the unlit stairs with Jesse’s baseball bat while Jesse goes to the garage and takes the U-lock off his motorcycle. He tries it on his own neck for size, and the next time we see Krazy 8 he’s locked to a basement post with it.

Walt and Jesse argue about whose responsibility it is that they’re in this situation, then move on to what they should do about it. Walt describes the process of “chemical discorporation” – dissolving Emilio’s body in acid. Jesse: “Oh, man, that’s messed up. You serious? Who’s gonna do that? I’m not good with dead bodies.”

Walt: “We are in this 50-50.” They flip a coin to see who does what, with disposing of Emilio being the preferred outcome. When Jesse wins, with heads, Walt, asks feebly: “Best two out of three?”

Next, Walt, defeatedly drinking a beer at Jesse’s, answers the phone as Jesse starts leaving a panicked message. He’s at the store and doesn’t know what kind of plastic bin to get for Emilio. He’s afraid the plastic is too “flimsy.”

Walt: “Not for hydrofluoric.”

“You done the thing [killing 8]?”

“I’m working up to it.”

Pulling it into an aisle, so as to be as invisible as possible, Jesse gets into the largest blue plastic bin he can find, knees first, and falls over. Then he gets in again with his legs dangling out.

Walt, in the kitchen, picks up a chef’s knife, then a hammer. Finally deciding on a yellow plastic bag, he goes downstairs, only to run back up when 8 freaks out. Hearing 8 calling for water, Walt makes him a sandwich. He goes back downstairs and pushes 2 jugs of water, the sandwich on a yellow plate, a shit bucket, and a roll of toilet paper toward the prisoner. A container of hand sanitizer follows.

Walt watches 8 take the crust off the bread before biting into the sandwich. “You don’t like the crust?” (Next time, and there will be a next time, he’ll cut off the crust beforehand.)

Walt doesn’t answer when 8 asks, “Where’s my cousin Emilio? Is he dead?” Back upstairs, he rolls a joint – after figuring out that it’s easier to do with two papers glued together – and we realize that the brown, crumbly stuff in the pie plate we’ve seen on Jesse’s counter is prime bud. Walt smokes and coughs.

Jesse, having returned, shuts the gate to the driveway. Reggae music plays. Jesse, in the kitchen with Walt, laughs. “Are you smokin’ weed?” Pause. “Oh, my God – is that my weed? Make yourself at home, man!” He didn’t buy a bin, because none of them were big enough.

Walt: “Get two bins. Put the torso in one and the legs in another.”

Jesse: “You didn’t do it.”

“Not yet. I gotta go. I’ll do it tomorrow – I promise. I have a doctor’s appointment.”

“We flipped a coin!” Jesse’s desperate, being left with all the problems again.

Scene 5: Skyler’s Ultrasound

It’s a girl. Walt’s really happy. “That’s what I was hoping…” They hold hands and kiss. Walter turns away, crying a little.

The nurse has left the room when Skyler asks, “Who’s Jesse Pinkman? He called this morning. Was he one of your students? Who is he to you? What is this big secret you seem to be discussing with a druggie burnout?” There are pauses between these questions, giving Walt time to think.

“He sells me pot…Not a lot…I kinda like it.”

“Your brother-in-law is a DEA agent. Are you out of your mind?”

“I haven’t quite been myself lately, but I love you…” And, then, in the same sweet tone: “Can you climb down out of my ass – just once? I’d appreciate it.”

“I can’t believe it!” Skyler exclaims. He’s never spoken to her like this before.

Scene 6: at Jesse’s

We see Walt at school, giving students a test, then Jesse watching “The Three Stooges” on TV while smoking meth in a glass pipe. We hear 8 coughing.

There are flies in the RV when Jesse goes looks inside. Wearing gloves, he drags Emilio’s trash-bagged, duct-taped body out. It’s lying in the driveway behind his car when Skyler approaches the gate. “‘Scuse me! You! Yes, you! May I talk to you?” Not waiting for an answer, she barges in, standing in such a way that she can’t see the body (though she could easily turn).

Skyler tells Jesse Walt’s told her “everything.” She says she’ll call her DEA brother-in-law if necessary, then insists loudly, “Do not sell pot to my husband!”

Jesse, horrified, but now a bit relieved, says, “I can dig it.”

Laterty, Jesse drags Emilio’s body upstairs and puts it in the tub, muttering, “Yeah, let’s go to your house! Then I’ll send over my psycho bitch wife to threaten you, and leave a psycho killer in your basement.” He’s smoking pot in a pipe when Walt comes in. “You got a brother in the DEA?”

“Brother-in-law.”

“Your freakin’ wife told me – she almost saw Emilio. Good job of wearing the pants in the family!”

When Jesse tells Walt he’s taken care of Emilio, Walt runs into the hall, where red liquid is dripping onto the floor from the second floor. A minute later, pieces of the tub and masses of red gunk fall through the ceiling, leaving a big open oval. Walt: “Hydrofluoric acid won’t eat through plastic. It will, however, dissolve metal, rock, glass, and ceramic…”

Scene 7: the desert

Two Indian kids, a boy and a girl, are kicking and chasing a ball. Finding the abandoned gas mask, the girl picks it up and puts it on.

 

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