Jesse?
Jesse!
Show yourself right now!
I'll be in touch.
Okay. Hey, Huell.
Listen, I want you to
swing by the high school
on your way to Saul's.
I can't believe he would
go after my son, but...
You got it.
And Kuby's at the car wash, right?
Parked right across the street.
All's quiet. No Pinkman.
Okay. Just find him.
Please leave a message.
Jesse, listen.
I mean, obviously,
you've changed your mind here,
and so thank you for that.
And I know you're angry.
I wanna fix this, okay?
Whatever it takes, all right?
We'll talk, and we will fix this.
Until then, just...
Just sleep it off, okay?
And then call me.
Be safe.
How's it coming?
I replaced the doorjamb
and the striker plate.
Switch this out, we'll be good to go.
Good.
Do you want separate keys
for the different locks
or do you want one working both?
No, no, no. No re-key.
Same exact keys as before.
Usually with a break-in,
people like to get new keys.
No, same keys, same locks.
The old keys
have to work here, okay?
Okay.
All right.
Good.
Good. Good, good, good.
Oh, no, no.
Hey, guys, guys, guys.
Cut that. Yeah, this...
That area's still pretty bad.
Right. We'll have to
go over this a lot more.
We've made
three passes already.
Like I say, gasoline's tricky.
No, no, no. The smell has got
to be gone completely.
My wife is coming home,
and I can't have any odor, any stain,
any sign that anything
happened here.
Understand?
I-- I know. This is short notice,
and I really appreciate it.
Sir, we'd love to take
more of your money,
but you've got gas soaked
through to your subfloor.
Until you pull this up
and get new carpet,
new padding,
this is as good as it gets.
Is that gasoline?
Ask Dad.
Hey. Over here.
What happened?
What happened is that
I should sue someone.
That's what happened.
So I'm on my way to the drugstore,
and I have to stop to get some gas
and there is this
total pump malfunction.
You know what?
She shouldn't be in this room.
I mean, this is supposedly green,
but you know how it is.
You can close the windows
in the nursery
because it's really
only out here.
This is as good as it gets.
So, uh...
pump malfunction?
Yeah. I'm standing there filling up
like I've done a thousand times
and I hear a chunk.
You know, the pump's nozzle.
The metal thing.
The thing you squeeze?
I hear a chunk.
So I suppose, in my naiveté
I took to understand that gas is
no longer coming out of the nozzle
so I pull out the hose
to put it back and whoosh!
Yeah, I am suddenly
soaked in gasoline.
I mean, on my arms
and my legs and my groin.
So now I am in a panic.
I race home, I run inside the house,
and I'm stripping off
my clothes as fast as I can.
I jump in the shower.
It's not until
after I get out of the shower
that I realize
my gas-covered clothes
have been soaking
in the living room rug
this entire time.
I mean, it's-- It's--
The whole thing is just so stupid.
I could have rinsed off
at the station.
Halfway home, I started to realize,
wait a minute, there's a water hose
right there next to the air pump.
You know, for tires.
Anyway, so that was my day.
How was yours?
Dad?
Yeah.
Please, can you just tell the truth?
Tell-- What do you mean?
You fainted, didn't you?
Because you're sick again?
You were pumping gas,
and the fumes,
they made you pass out again.
Just-- Just admit it.
No, the-- No.
It was the pump.
All right, I...
Maybe I did get a little
swimmy at one point
but I did not faint. Okay?
I'm fine, and that's the truth.
However, in the best interest
of all of our continued good health,
I don't think we can stay here.
I mean,
not until we get new carpet.
Yeah.
Uncle Hank and Aunt Marie,
they got plenty of space.
Hey, what about a hotel?
A hotel. That could be sweet.
A good one.
I like the way you're thinking. Yes.
Could be a little family vacation.
Might be fun.
What do you say?
Why don't you put
some clothes together.
Yeah. All right.
I'm sorry. It's not my finest hour.
I'll go pack a bag.
Okay.
Think this'll leave a scar?
I never should have let
my dojo membership run out.
Jesus. Jesse did that?
Yeah, but you gotta understand,
deep down he loves me.
So where is he?
Still looking.
Where have you looked?
His place, his folk's place,
this Brock kid's place.
Crack shacks at Siesta Hills,
the Indigo, the Crystal Palace,
go-kart joint on Copper Ave,
AA meeting off the 40.
His buddies,
Beaver and what's-his-name?
Badger and Skinny Pete.
Yeah, no, he's not with them.
They could be
covering for him.
I posed as a meter reader. I put a bug
on the tall kid's mom's place.
For three hours straight,
all he talked about was
something called Babylon 5.
I checked with my gal at A.P.D.
Pinkman's not in their system
so the cops don't have him.
Yet.
Maybe he changed his mind
about leaving,
called your guy back.
Somebody misses their first chance
with my guy, there's no second.
Well, keep looking.
What then?
What do you mean?
I mean, Pinkman's like a bad penny.
Sooner or later, he'll turn up.
I'm wondering what you wanna do
when he does.
Jesse is upset about the boy.
I just need to explain to him
why that had to happen.
Okay, but say, you know,
just for the sake of argument,
the kid's not in the mood
for a nuanced discussion
of the virtues of child poisoning.
His plans are running more towards
stabbing you to death
with a pointed stick.
In that scenario, then what?
You have a suggestion?
We were wondering if maybe this
isn't an Old Yeller type situation.
Old Yeller?
Yeah, Old Yeller was the best,
most loyal dog there ever was.
I mean, everybody loved that mutt
but one day he showed up rabid
and little Timmy,
for Old Yeller's own sake,
had to, uh...
Oh, you-- You saw the movie.
You're full of colorful metaphors,
aren't you, Saul?
Belize, Old Yeller...
Just brimming with advice.
Do not float that idea again.
Find him.
Sorry. Ah. Sorry.
Room key wouldn't
let me into the ice room
so I had to go down
to the front desk.
But here we are.
Checked in on Junior.
Heh. Pay-per-view
and room service.
He's in heaven.
Hey, I thought you
were gonna take a bath.
How's Saul doing?
Saul? Goodman?
No idea.
No?
You were just out talking to him
in the parking lot.
I'm sorry. Were you spying on me?
Yes.
And I feel just awful about it too.
You know, I played along
with your pump malfunction
bullshit
because Junior
was standing right there,
but now I would like to know
what's going on.
First of all, it's no big deal.
Coming here is just me
being overly cautious.
Jesse Pinkman, you know?
He came over to our house
that time for dinner, remember?
Well, he... He got upset over this...
Something he thinks I did.
I did do it.
But I did it for very good reasons.
And it's just-- It's complicated.
Wait, are you...?
Are you telling me that he tried to
burn our house down?
That was...
probably, for a brief moment,
his intention,
but, obviously,
he changed his mind.
And how does that work?
Him--? Him changing his mind?
Ah, God.
Look...
You've got to understand
that with Jesse,
there are emotional issues,
personal issues, some drug abuse.
But he has always been more of
a danger to himself than anyone else.
He has a tendency
to fly off the handle, that's all.
So he has never hurt anybody?
No.
I can't believe
you got her down so fast.
So...
what's your course of action here?
Saul's guy, Kuby, tracks him down,
which shouldn't take long,
and when he does, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna talk to him.
Make him see reason.
Talk to him?
Make him see reason?
So I'm clear...
these are just euphemisms
you're using here, right?
No.
What?
Wh--? What does that mean?
My God.
I knew this was going to happen.
I knew it. I told you that someday,
someone was going to come
to our door and try to hurt us.
And now here we are.
No.
Jesse didn't go there to hurt anyone.
He poured gasoline
all over our house, Walt.
He tried to set our house on fire.
He changed his mind.
He didn't do it, did he?
What if he changes it back?
Walt, you need
to deal with this.
How much have you had to drink?
Heh, heh.
Not nearly enough.
I don't know how we got off
on whatever it is
we're talking about here...
but, clearly, I haven't explained
the situation well enough
because this is a big overreaction.
We all need to just take
a deep breath and calm down
because Jesse isn't just some...
Some-- Some rabid dog.
This is a person.
A person that is a threat to us.
I mean, my God, where we are now
with Hank and Marie
and that awful tape we made.
After everything we've done,
you can't just talk to this person.
You're saying...
that I just...
What--? What exactly are you saying?
We've come this far.
For us.
What's one more?
Jesse!
Stop what you're doing
and turn and face me!
You wanna--?
You wanna know what he did?
You wanna hear about it?
Jesse, put out the lighter.
He poisoned a little kid.
An 8-year-old boy.
Just because, you know--
Just as a move!
Walt's a bastard. Secret's out.
We'll talk about it.
But I need you to put out
the lighter, okay?
Look, Jesse...
Jesse, I don't wanna kill you.
And you don't wanna be killed.
So put it out.
He can't keep getting away with it!
He won't.
You really wanna burn him down?
Let's do it together.
You were following me?
Yeah. Since Goodman's.
Where we going now?
DEA. Downtown.
What, I'm, like, arrested?
Yeah, you know how this works.
Be a good witness for me,
it'll go better for you.
Yeah, sitting around MDC,
waiting to be a witness
against Mr. White.
It's... Heh.
It's gonna go great for me.
So...
you're angry.
I can't sleep. I'm not eating.
Last night, I was online for six hours
looking up untraceable poisons.
This close family friend
had been keeping a secret
from you and Hank,
and somehow this person's secret
became known,
and now you're sad and hurt
and angry.
I'm--? I'm in the ballpark?
To be this wrong
about someone.
This off.
We all lead double lives
to some extent, don't we?
We all have our secrets.
Yeah. Not like this.
Not like him.
Marie, I think it's time you filled me in
on some more details here.
Who and what are we talking about?
I said I can't do that.
It'd be bad for Hank.
Our friend made that clear
in his little movie.
Those kids...
under his roof. That baby.
I'm sick just thinking about it.
How could I have not seen this?
If I weren't being such a...
idiotic-- Stupid idiot, I could've--
We could have...
Blackjack winnings.
Nothing suspicious about that at all.
Tell me about this movie.
Dave, can we simply
just focus on my feelings here?
The details don't really matter, do they?
There's nothing to be done, okay?
He screwed us and he won.
Can we just...?
Can we talk about
something else, please?
Yes?
How's work?
Last week, you were upset
about the new parking rules.
Marie?
Saxitoxin.
Derived from shellfish.
Produces a flaccid paralysis
that leaves the victim conscious
through a progression of symptoms.
Death occurs from respiratory failure.
That is definitely a contender.
Marie,
you're not ready to fill me in here,
that's fine.
But I want you to listen.
There is no problem,
no matter how difficult
or painful or seemingly unsolvable,
that violence won't make worse.
I know, I...
Don't worry. I wouldn't hurt anybody.
I just...
It just feels good to think about it.
Hey, babe.
What's the story here?
Oh, well, something's come up.
I thought you might wanna get out
of the house for a day or two.
You thought I'd pack up
and move out of my own house.
Why? What's going on?
Look, I don't wanna get into it now.
But you know that thing with Walt,
there's...
There's been a development.
What happened? Are you in danger?
No, no, no, not at all.
Just-- It's a fluid situation.
I think it might go a little smoother
if you're not here.
So I... It's gonna be great, you know?
I booked you a spa package
at La Posada.
You can do that river-stones thing.
Hank, what the hell is going on?
Hank?
We have a guest.
He was a little keyed up.
Gave him a couple sleeping pills.
Okay. Okay, so listen.
I bring that kid in,
put him in the system,
Walt's gonna find out
five minutes later. You know?
My last 10 witnesses
died in jail, remember?
And I can't use a DEA safe house
without writing him up.
I can't risk a motel.
I know it sounds crazy,
but this is the best place.
For now.
Just a day or two, tops--
Okay, just answer me
this one question:
Is this bad for Walt?
Yeah. Very.
Good. I'm staying.
I'll heat up lasagna.
Phone's ringing.
You have one new message.
Jesse, listen. Uh...
I mean, obviously,
you've changed your mind here
and so thank you for that.
And I know you're angry.
I wanna fix this, okay?
Whatever it takes, all right?
We'll talk, and we will fix this.
Until then, just...
Just sleep it off, okay?
And then call me.
Be safe.
Hey.
What are you still doing up?
Couldn't sleep.
Ah. You and me both.
Here. Have a seat.
Everything okay?
Oh, yeah.
Just business stuff.
Going over some options.
You guys still think
you might buy another car wash?
Oh, uh-- Yeah. Well, maybe.
See how it goes.
How it goes now that--
Now that you're--
You're sick again, right?
No. That's not what I mean.
Hey. Told you not to worry,
remember?
How--? How can I not worry?
Come on.
You think I came all this way
just to let something as silly
as lung cancer take me down?
Not a chance.
I'm not going anywhere.
Should've brought
our suits, huh?
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'll be up in a minute.
Okay.
See you in the morning.
Okay.
Would you like some coffee?
Morning.
You want some coffee?
No. The lady, um...
I think your wife...
You take cream and sugar?
Uh-- Black's--
Black's good.
Thanks.
This is probably
gonna take a while.
Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll run some errands.
Okay.
All right.
Uh... You remember Agent Gomez?
How you feeling? Your head clear?
Yeah.
This-- This can't be what you mean
by burning him to the ground, right?
I got stories that'll make your toes curl,
but, you know, it's just "my word
against his word" kind of stuff.
So, you know, I don't really
have any, like, proof or anything.
Gomey, can you grab
the curtains over there?
There's a glare thing
happening here.
You know he's retired,
right? He's...
He's not even
in the business anymore.
So you're never gonna catch him
with a camcorder.
We're gonna catch him.
We gotta do this first, okay?
Come on.
Just tell us everything
you remember.
Any business dealings,
any personal dealings,
any criminal activity
you were a witness or a party to.
Anything and everything.
Just tell us your story, okay?
Start from the beginning.
When did you first meet Walter White?
Right. Okay, uh...
I first met Mr. White--
Walter White.
--in junior year chemistry.
He was my teacher.
You believe him?
Yeah. I do, unfortunately.
And I hate to admit it,
but I think the kid is right.
There is no physical evidence,
not that I heard.
Yeah, well, no weapons,
no bodies, no working lab.
Just the word
of one nut-job meth-head
against
Mr. Rogers-Has-a-Lung-Tumor.
So do we take a run
at Lydia Rodarte-Quayle?
Vamonos Pest?
Follow up with
the Drew Sharp killing?
Where do we start?
I say we start with this.
Jesse...
I'm gonna be at Civic Plaza
tomorrow at noon.
I hope you'll give me the chance
to explain myself
and talk through everything
once and for all.
I'll be alone and unarmed.
So if you wanna come and shoot me
in the head, that's up to you.
Either way...
I'm in your hands.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Go and talk to that asshole?
You can't be serious.
Go and listen.
He wants to explain himself.
We put a wire on you
and let him explain.
So your plan is to do his plan?
You seriously think that this--?
This whole
"once and for all in the plaza" thing
is so he can talk to me?
Why not?
I-- I-- I can't believe you two.
The dude wanted me out of town
before I came to burn his house down,
and now I'm more of a threat to him.
And he's got a zero-tolerance policy
on threats, you know?
If I go to this plaza,
I'm a dead man, is why not.
Hey, Walt's ruthless.
He'll do just about anything
to protect his interests.
I agree.
Except when it comes to you.
He cares about you.
Heh.
Can't you see?
Oh, yeah. You mean when he's not
ripping me off or calling me an idiot
or poisoning people
that I care about?
Yeah, no, Mr. White's gay for me.
Everyone knows that.
No, I mean it.
Based on everything you told us.
Uh, he paid for your rehab,
ran over those two drug dealers
with his car.
Sounds like he saved your life.
Made you a 50-50 partner.
He didn't need to do that.
Yeah, he sort of did.
I'm the only one near
as good as him.
I don't know. The way you tell it,
sounds like he's manipulating you
to stick around.
Like he doesn't wanna lose you.
All those numbers he runs on you
over and over,
helping you find the ricin cigarette.
Look how far he'll go to show you--
To convince you
that he's not such a bad guy.
That's what this is.
What if it's about, um,
killing me, you know?
You know, getting me out in the open,
hire some, uh--
Some clock-tower guy
or have me sit on a poisoned needle
or something, you know?
Nothing's gonna happen to you.
The plaza's one of the most wide-open
public places in all of Albuquerque.
It's the middle of the day.
And Agent Gomez and I will
be right there with you.
Look, you two guys
are just guys, okay?
Mr. White, he's the devil.
You know, he is.
He is smarter than you,
he is luckier than you.
Whatever-- Whatever you think
is supposed to happen,
I'm telling you,
the exact reverse opposite of that
is gonna happen, okay?
Jesse, Jesse,
we're not brainstorming here.
This is not asking.
Unless you know another way to get the
man or you wanna take your chances
with the banger boys over in MDC,
then this is it.
This is what's happening.
I gotta piss. Can I piss?
Yeah. Down to the left.
You got another SD card?
What?
What if the kid's right?
What if it's a trap?
The kid?
Oh, you mean the junkie murderer
that's dribbling all over
my guest bathroom floor?
Well, then, he's right.
Pinkman gets killed,
and we get it all on tape.
Remember, you're hurt, angry,
but you're here for answers, okay?
But don't... Don't push the questions.
Okay?
Let's not get him suspicious, all right?
You let him do the talking, right?
Just relax.
That's what matters most.
Don't cross your arms,
if you can help it.
Pancho Villa, Salma Hayek.
You getting that?
Loud and clear, idiota.
How's it looking, Gomey?
No change.
He's just sitting there.
Are we doing this, or what?
Ready to kick some ass, partner?
All right. Time to go.
Okay.
Hey, Hank, you got eyes on this?
What's with the kid?
He's just standing there.
What the hell is he doing?
He's on the move now.
He's taking off. I think he's running.
Oh, no, no, no, kid. Come on.
You got him? He's at the pay phone.
Who the hell is he calling?
Oh, no, no, no. Come on, kid.
No. Come on.
Hello?
Nice try, asshole.
Jesse, where are you?
I just wanna talk.
No. I'm not doing what you want
anymore. Okay, asshole?
This is just a heads-up
to let you know I'm coming for you.
See, I decided that burning down
your house is nothing.
Next time, I'm gonna get you
where you really live.
Jesse, listen.
Jesse? Jesse?
Daddy! Daddy!
Hey!
Get in.
Son of a bitch!
Stupid, high little--
What the hell
was that all about?
What were you thinking?
Thinking there's another way.
What?
To get him.
There's another way.
A better way.
Hey.
It's Walt.
I'm okay.
I, uh...
Todd...
I think I might have another job
for your uncle.