Hank: I got it, I got it.
You're like a bee at a damn picnic, Marie.
Marie: Bzzz.
Morning. Hey, buddy.
Ready to get your rocks on? See? I knew it.
"Mineral show" is just some sort of guy code for "strip club." Huh?
Yeah. You got your singles? Heh, heh.
Got it? Yeah.
Don't let him get too crazy, okay?
Cram one more giant geode in here, we'll be sleeping in the garage.
Hank: Got it. I got it. I'm sorry.
Hank: Christ. Longest week ever. Ha-ha.
Here's just hoping we get something good.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Relax, buddy, this ain't no spy movie.
It's more like rocky, you know?
Hank: Get the bad guy.
Yeah!
J“ 'cause it's the eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight j“
j“ rising up j'j'
But—— but—— What are you doing, buddy?
Leaving.
You gotta go inside, order something like last time. Avoid suspicion.
Besides, I want a vanilla shake.
We'll use the drive-through.
All right, baby, let's see what we got.
What the hell? Look at this. Bump, bump, bump. Bump, bump.
That's work. That's home. That's work, that's home.
What, this guy,
he goes two places every day, all week?
It's unbelievable.
Chicken-slinging son of a bitch.
Hank, is it possible that maybe, just maybe,
he's not your guy?
A guy this clean has got to be dirty.
What's the play here, buddy?
How do I get this guy?
Yeah.
How?
[M1
Yes, hi.
I live on the 4900 block of doswell place and I want to report
a very suspicious man lurking in my neighbourhood.
He's sitting in a blue sedan,
and he's been staring at a particular house for a very long time.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
If you would, I would appreciate it.
All right.
I guess we'd better get started.
I already did.
Yeah?
Hey, uh...
Got one of those for me?
One of those what? Cigarette.
Look, it's still in there, all right? I didn't get a chance yet.
Just give me one.
Hmm.
So, what have you been up to?
What?
You know, just a day in the life. What do you do after work?
Go home. Watch TV.
What do you watch?
I don't know, stuff.
Well, like what?
Like, uh, ice road truckers.
Ice road truckers.
What happens on that one?
Guys drive on ice.
Hmm.
Heh.
I am gonna do it.
You gotta inhale, by the way.
What the hell, man? Don't you have enough cancer already? Look.
I said
I'd do it. I'll do it.
Yeah, well,
what does it matter?
We're both dead men anyway.
Walt: Hi. Hi.
Am I catching you at a bad time?
No. I have a few minutes.
So Mr. I'm-almost-sixteen-leave-me-alone
doesn't want a big birthday, just wants to hang out with friends,
which is fine by me. You? Fine by me.
Okay. So / figured a low-key family dinner, no official party,
and we bite the bullet,
and buy him a car.
Used, I was thinking, would be best.
But no more than five years old. Airbags, safety-rated, all that.
Do you have any thoughts on what kind?
Or should I just go ahead and...
Yeah. You just go ahead.
Okay.
Listen, on another subject, I just wanted to tell you
that business is good.
Really good.
So good that I'm thinking, maybe,
you don't need to even work
yoursecondjob.
You're turning a profit? We 're coming close.
Give us another month or two and, uh, yeah, we'll be there.
All of this to say,
maybe you could start thinking about an exit strategy.
I'm working on it.
Okay.
Hello?
Hank: Hey, buddy. Wake you?
No, Hank. I'm up.
Oh, good, uh... what you doing?
Walt: I'm, uh...
Hey, listen, I'll cut to it. Another favour to ask.
I'm thinking about Gus fring. How he never goes anywhere.
One restaurant, home, back and forth? I'm even more convinced it's bullshit
because he owns 13 other restaurants. Right?
So I start thinking about this little empire of his.
Fourteen restaurants. Who supplies them? What's the base of operations?
So I do a little digging, and bingo.
Pollos hermanos has a main distribution centre.
It's not far from town.
The place is huge. I mean,
I'm looking at it online now. It's a big warehouse
and rows of these long, poultry buildings,
or hatcheries, whatever you call them.
Lots of space to hide illicit activity. Sounds promising, right?
Huh.
So, what do you say, buddy? Got another field trip in you? Heh-heh.
Uh...
You know, Hank, I'm... i'm... i'm...
I mean, it sounds great, it really does. But I'm...
You know, I won't lie. Um...
You've caught me somewhat...
Indisposed.
What do you mean, like taking-a-dump indisposed?
Yeah. That's embarrassing.
That's it. Um...
You know, it's just upset stomach and, you know, everything...
Yeah. It's out of control.
And it's really explosive. Bad Tex-mex
at the mall. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.
You don't have to paint a picture.
One guy in a diaper is enough for this trip.
Yeah, and I'm sorry, Hank. Hey, don't be.
I've been asking a lot of you lately. I appreciate it. I'll find another ride.
Uh...
Another ride? Yeah.
I'm sure I can get someone else to take me. Uh...
My trainer, Chuck. Maybe I'll ask him.
Well, look, I'm... This is probably just a 24-hour thing.
Maybe 48 hours at the most.
And do you think you can possibly hold off for a day or two?
Jeez, buddy, I mean, I, uh...
You know, I just... I would just really
love to be the one to be able to take you there.
And, I mean, I've just really
enjoyed, you know, the time with you
and helping you and... Well, yeah.
Okay, sure. If it means that much to you. Ha-ha.
Just, you know, give me a call when you're feeling up to it.
Thank you. I will. Okay.
Bye.
Mike: Yeah. Uh, Mike, listen.
I just want to say first off, don't be angry.
What is it, Walter?
My brother-in-law, my de... he...
Soon, he will probably, in the near future,
take a ride out to a certain distribution centre
to look around for things.
Just"
look around for things. And, yeah.
Uh...
Mike?
Where's this all going? Elsewhere.
Thank you. Please give this to your car-care professional.
J“ and they're messing with my heart j“
j“ won't stop messing with my heart j“
j“ ripping me apart j“j“
so a hand wax for you today?
Okay, great.
Please give this to your car-care professional.
And the black explorer, we could shampoo your floor mats,
but deluxe detailing is the best for your buck.
Oh, and SUV's are extra.
And please give this to your car-care professional.
Thank you.
Please give this to your car-care professional.
Hey, sky.
Oh, my god. Ted.
What are you, uh...?
Someone from the office, uh,
said you worked down here. So I thought I'd come down and say hi.
Wow. Well, uh,
hello. Ha-ha-ha.
You look great.
No. No, I don't. I probably just look crazed.
Not at all. You look happy.
Last time I saw you, um...
Hi, there.
Um, I guess, Skyler, um,
I'm gonna need to talk to you.
Uh, Ted, I really don't think we have anything to talk about.
Actually, we do.
An audit? Wait, an audit tomorrow?
How long have you had this? Um, a while.
I debated, you know, contacting you.
Contact me? What about a lawyer, Ted?
Ted, this is...
This is the cid.
The criminal division.
My god, you're facing a felony charge here.
A $100,000 fine on top of the taxes you already owe,
plus five years in prison. Yeah. Ahem.
It's bad. Yeah.
It most certainly is.
Look, here's the thing. I was wondering, maybe,
if you could help with this.
Help?
Help how?
Well, with your knowledge of how the books
got the way they are, maybe there's some way
you could undo what's in there.
You want me to uncook your books?
Maybe there's some method or some accounting trick you could use...
Ted, it doesn't work like that.
The damage is already...
My name.
My signatures
are all over those books.
Skyler, I'm accountable, not you.
Let me explain what's going to happen here, okay?
Once the cid sees this is wilful tax fraud,
they will build the strongest possible case against you.
Once they start down that path, they have an 80 percent conviction rate.
That's because they're allowed to monitor your mail,
and tap your phones, and not just you, Ted,
everyone involved in those books.
I can't have this in my life.
I cannot be audited.
Skyler, you're going to be fine, okay? They're after me.
It's the captain they want, not some cashier at a car wash.
No offence.
I'm sorry. I, uh...
Look, I don't want you to worry, okay?
I'm going to figure out a way through this, somehow. Okay?
Here.
Jesse: So is he gonna kill him?
Is who gonna kill who?
Gus.
Is he gonna kill Mr. White's brother-in-law?
I mean, he's the reason for all of this here, right?
Because it's totally logical for him to off the dude.
A-hole DEA agent poking around yourjunk.
Who needs that, right?
Makes sense to get rid of him for good.
But killing a cop,
I don't know.
It could look suspicious
if the dude who's investigating you suddenly up and dies.
Then there's... there's Mr. White,
who would be even more apeshit if he had family getting murdered.
He'd never cook for Gus again.
Guess there's a lot of angles to consider.
If something were to happen to him, would you have a problem with that?
Who really cares what I think?
Son of a bitch.
You get comfortable, kid. We may be here a while.
Hey.
Get down!
Tell them...
The answer is "yes."
Should I even ask? I wouldn't.
So, what? Is this going to be a regular thing now?
Meth cooking and corpse disposal? Jesus.
Just grab us a spare barrel, Walter.
What was it this time?
What did this poor bastard do to piss off Gus?
Or did Gus need to send another message?
Shut your mouth.
You shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you.
I don't want you talking to me or Jesse. Just get the barrel.
And if you ever plan on calling the cops on one of my guys again,
you go ahead and get two barrels.
Yo. Like, um...
I guess I never thanked you for what you did.
Thanks.
Next time don't stand there like an idiot.
Move your feet. Running and so forth.
But seriously, what...?
What was the deal with Gus? The deal?
That Terminator shit. Walking right into the bullets.
What the hell was he doing?
The cartel needs Gus.
His distribution network. They're not looking to kill him.
But, what? The rest of us are like open season?
Is he doing anything about that, or do we keep hanging out
for target practice while he...? Kid.
Enough. You got questions, ask him yourself.
And here again.
Unreported income.
That's more than a year straight so far.
You want to say something about this? I'm having a hard time figuring it out.
I'd have to, um,
have a look at the copies of the receipts to refresh my memory.
Take all the time you need, Mr. Beneke. That's why we're here.
Oh, I am so sorry I am late.
I got lost. Hey, Ted.
Sky. Whoo.
This building is so confusing.
There are doors everywhere.
Hi. You are...? Special agent James bekaris.
Ooh. "Special." Skyler white.
Ms. White, you are the accountant of record
for many of these reports, is that correct?
Guilty as charged. Can you shed light
on this history of missing revenue?
Missing? No, it's there. Mm-hm.
No. Revenue most definitely flowed through this company,
but it's not all accounted for in your reports.
Huh.
Mm. Let's take a look.
Mm. Oh, well, you know,
this account here, that is Mr. Keller's account.
And Mr. Keller is an old friend of Ted's dad.
He always sends an electronic payment,
which I hate, because I'm a real-paper person.
Mr. Keller is one of those environmental people.
Since there wasn't a physical cheque,
I didn't enter it into the book. But the money is there.
Ms. White, you've read section 61 of the irc?
I did not follow what you just said.
How gross income for a business is defined, you're not allowed to do that.
Well, I think I am. No, you're not.
Well, you know what they say about opinions, right? Everyone's got one.
But seriously, I am.
It doesn't matter if it's an electronic cheque or a paper cheque,
income is income. You're not allowed to not declare it.
When I input everything into the quicken,
nothing flashed red, so that's gotta mean it's okay, right?
Quicken. Mm-hm.
You used quicken to manage books for a business this size.
I did. Do you guys use that here? Because it is the best.
It's like having a calculator on your computer. Amazing.
Ms. White, how did you get this job? Ted hired me.
No, I mean your qualifications.
What are your qualifications? Where did you get your training?
Ooh. Well, I haven't had any training, perse.
I've always been naturally good with numbers.
Got a good instinct for them. Right, Teddy?
Uh...
Right.
This is all falling into place now.
Ms. White, I just have to ask. You're not managing accounts
anywhere else, are you? Right now? No.
I'm a cashier at a car wash.
Ted: I'm not really clear about what happened in there.
Skyler: What happened was good news. Ignorance of the law
doesn't equate to criminality. It equates to ignorance.
Pay your back taxes, pay the penalties,
and move on from this. Just put it behind you.
Pay with what?
I owe them $617,000. What am I...?
Look, just figure it out, all right? And you've just dodged prison.
Sell your assets. Get rid of the BMW, take out a second mortgage...
Second mortgage? I have a lien on my house.
I don't have any assets. There are no assets left to sell.
Ted, if you don't pay them, they will reopen the investigation,
and that little fiction I just spun up there is gonna completely unravel.
You have to settle.
Wish I could.
Gus: Come in.
I hope you brought an appetite.
Yeah, I guess.
Mike mentioned you have some questions.
Yeah.
Gus: We'll eat first, and then we'll talk.
Right on.
What am I doing here?
I know you have concerns.
What happened yesterday, to my man at the farm,
it was a terrible thing.
The dude getting his head blown off? Yeah.
I've invited you into my home,
prepared food so we could sit and talk.
Discuss what's going on in this business,
our business, like men.
And I will explain everything that is happening.
I will answer your questions.
But first,
I need you to answer one question for me.
Can you cook Walter's formula?
What?
Walter's formula.
Can you produce his product without any help? Alone.
No.
Why?
You're asking me if I can cook Mr. White's crystal?
Without him?
Me?
The junkie loser you were about to waste and dump in the desert a month ago.
This your plan? Huh?
Invite me in your house, make whatever this is,
be my buddy,
and make me feel important.
Then get me to keep cooking for you after you kill Mr. White?
You wanna... You wanna talk like men?
Let's talk like men. You kill Mr. White, you're gonna have to kill me too.
That is not what I asked you.
You are here because circumstances with the cartel are untenable.
And I need your help.
I need you to help prevent an all-out war.
Now, if you would,
answer the question.
Hey, you headed out?
Yeah.
Jesse: Yo, Mr. White, hey. Ireally gotta talk to you. I don't know if you're
with your family or whatever, but this is important,
so I'm hoping you could come over.
Jesse: Thank god. Come on in.
You... you want a beer or something? No.
Should I sit down? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry, go ahead.
Okay, so, um...
Okay, so word has come down that they...
They want me to go to Mexico.
There's some... Some sort of war brewing
between Gus and the cartel. "Word has come down"?
The cartel has been... has been messing with Gus' operation.
Like jacking trucks to, like, send a message.
And yesterday, that dude we brought to the lab.
I mean, they shot him right in front of me. Just blew his head open.
Some sniper nailed him from like a mile away.
Anyway, they've been holding them off.
But between the cartel taking potshots
and your brother-in-law trying to throw a net over the whole deal,
it's like what you call a rock-and-a-hard-place situation.
So, Gus is... is gonna cave.
So the cartel wants half of Gus' entire operation,
and they want your formula. And he's gonna give it to them.
Well, I... I gotta give it to them. I mean, I'm supposed to go to Mexico
and teach a bunch of cartel chemists how to cook a batch of blue.
You know, and Gus doesn't trust you,
so I gotta go. I mean, you're the chemist, man,
you know, not me. I mean, let's say I go down to...
You know, go over there. Go to the jungle or whatever,
and they got like actual chemists,
like cartel chemists asking me chemistry stuff
that I don't know how to answer because I'm not you.
And what if all the equipment is in Mexican instead of English?
You know? I don't know. Ugh. I don't know.
I mean, if I mess this up,
I'm dead, you know? All of us.
Mr. White, look, I need... I need your help.
Okay, maybe you could... Maybe you could coach me
or something, you know. Or give me some notes.
Mr. White?
So you saw Gus?
What? No.
You didn't see Gus. No.
Then who told you all of that?
It was passed down, like I said.
"Passed down." By whom?
By, uh... by Mike and them.
I mean, they did. They... So "they" doesn't include Gus.
You haven't been with Gus. You haven't seen Gus. You haven't spoken to Gus.
Why are you...? You weren't at Gus' house last night.
What?
What the hell? Jesus.
Still here.
Wsfimhem. Jesus.
You look me in the eye and you tell me
that you weren't at his house last night.
Look, I didn't have a chance, all right?
Okay? I knew you would react this way.
I knew you would freak out and wouldn't believe me.
That's why I didn't say anything.
Look, there was just this one big pot of stew.
He just made this one big pot and we both ate from it.
What was I supposed to do, poison myself?
Two hours, 18 minutes, and you couldn't figure out a way to give it to him?
He never left the room. You lying little shit!
You had one thing to do, one thing.
That is the only thing, I might add, that would save our lives,
and you were right there. You were in his house,
and you didn't have the guts to do it.
Two hours and 18 minutes?
You never had any intention of killing him, did you?
How did you know I was at his house last night?
Were you following me?
This. This is how I knew.
You bugged my car? 7:10 to 9:28 pm.
Two hours and 18 minutes. But you had no intentions, did you?
Not the slightest intention.
Everything that I have done for you. Ugh!
You put a bug on my car?
I'm sorry, after everything you've done for me?
What you've done for me?
You killed me, is what you've done!
You've signed my death warrant! Now you want advice? I'll give you advice:
Go to Mexico and screw up like I know you will. Wind up in a barrel somewhere!
Argh!
You son of a...
Can you walk?
Yeah.
Then get the fuck out of here and never come back.