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Season 1, Episode 7

23 Jun

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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2 responses to “Season 1, Episode 7

  1. Max

    January 11, 2014 at 1:13 am

    Scene 3 where Tuco is talking to Walt, he says twenty five vig, not fifty five.

     
  2. (They Got the Guns, but) We Got the Numbers

    January 11, 2014 at 5:29 am

    Thanks, Max!

     

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