Original subtitles

[Saul grunting]

Guys, come on, talk to me!

Habla, por favor?

Yo soy abogado!

Abogado! Abogado!

Oh. Crap, you already knew that.

Jesus, fellas?

There's a better way to do this!

Hello?

[grunts] Ohh. Why are we... Why are we going off-road?

Ohh! Ohh!

Whatever this is, can we please, don't do it in the desert?

Anywhere but the desert!

Oh! Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick.

- [groans] Ohh! - [tires screech]

Ahh. Ahh.

[speaking indistinctly]

This, we can... we can fix this.

Whatever the problemo, we can fix it with dinero.

Mucho dinero.

Mucho, mucho, mucho dinero.

Come on, please.

One of you, just you talk.

Habla.

Come on, before mistakes are made.

Come on, talk to me, guys, huh?

Please, come on, just tell me what you want!

Geez!

Whoa!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

No! It wasn't me!

It was Ignacio! He's the one!

[video tape clicks, whirs]

[opening theme music plays, stops]

[clicking, whirring continue]

[ Jackie Chan Adventures plays on TV]

You can't put seeds and stems in the sink.

Put what or what?

Seeds and stems.

You can't put them down the drain.

Uh, we didn't do that.

Then what's this?

Regular sink stuff.

Listen, if you're gonna do this shit,

at least flush it down the toilet, not the sink.

W-What're you, my mom?

We don't have drugs here.

Uh-huh.

You don't believe us.

She doesn't believe us.

You sleep past noon, you don't seem to have regular employment.

Plus, your whole place smells like a skunk's butthole.

Also, your sink is full of stems and seeds.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, narca,

we're not doing drugs,

so stop trying to cast, y'know...

aspersions.

Narca?

Yeah. "Narca."

The feminine version of "narco."

Conjugate much? [laughs]

[Francesca sighs]

I gotta go.

Just leave the plunger outside the door when you're done.

But, uh, it's still clogged, dude.

You do it, dude.

Hold up, where you goin'?

Yo, lady, we pay rent.

You can do it.

It's a simple up and down motion,

like you're used to.

[explosions on television]

[tense music playing]

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

[telephone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[sighs]

Yeah.

[Gene] Oh, good. You're there. Great.

Great.

Unencumbered by curious eyes and ears, I'm guessing.

Wouldn't have picked up otherwise.

Right.

Excellent.

Um, okay. Well, then.

[sighs] Lay it on me.

[Francesca] First things first.

No. I... I believe we agreed "after."

I'm hanging up.

Okay! Okay, then!

Geez, I...

Okay, if you're... if you're facing the phone,

turn right 90 degrees and, uh, walk straight.

You'll see some pieces of broken concrete in the dirt.

Just pull back the one that's kinda shaped like New Jersey.

New Jersey?

Alfred Hitchcock in a fez.

Whatever.

Just [scoffs] pull that one back,

and you'll see a, um, soda can tab.

It's got a fishing line tied to it.

Follow that line,

it'll take you to an old water line,

and just keep pulling the string,

and you'll get what I promised.

Okay.

Great. Was it all there?

I mean, the rats didn't eat it or anything?

It's all here.

[sighs]

Okay, well, uh, tell me, how hot?

How hot?

Yeah.

Well... I still get followed.

Not as often as when the shit first hit the fan,

but I still see them.

My mail gets opened.

My phone at home clicks whenever I use it.

So the maestro buying the farm, it didn't change anything?

No. If anything, it made it worse.

Skyler White got her deal.

So the only ones left to go after

are you and Pinkman.

And I heard they found his car down by the border,

so, adios, dopehead.

Oh, so they're still into me.

Well...

Hey, what do you know about the nail salons?

Nail salons are gone.

Wha... Gone? All of them?

Yep.

What about the vending machines?

- Gone. - Jesus!

Ah, don't tell me... Laser tag?

Feds found it all, Saul.

But how?

It was shells within shells!

Damn it!

Damn it, okay...

Okay.

Hey, oh, what if...

Let's say there was an overseas account,

um, Antigua and Barbuda...

Tigerfish Corporation?

- What? - Tigerfish Corporation?

$850k? I gave it to the feds.

You did what? Why would you do that?

[automated voice] Time has expired.

God damn it!

- Please deposit... - [Francesca] You... You put my name

on the board of a fictional corporation.

I had to give it up. I didn't really have a choice.

A-And a heads up would've been nice, by the way.

[coins dropping]

So it's gone?

It's all gone?

Those sons of bitches took everything.

Except what you took with you.

And I'm guessing that wasn't chump change.

Yeah. Well...

Well.

- Guess that's it. - Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, I just put more quarters in.

Can't you just, I don't know,

gimme the lowdown.

There's nothing else.

Well, that's not true.

After all this time? Come on.

Just fill me in.

What... Um, how's Kuby?

No idea.

All right, how about Huell?

Huell. [sighs]

I guess back home in New Orleans.

DEA held him under false pretenses or something,

so last I heard, he walked.

Good. Um, how about Danny?

Or, uh, or Ira?

I mean, any word on those two guys?

They have Internet where you are?

Well, just, come on, give me something.

There's gotta be some news.

Uh, remember Bill Oakley?

He switched sides.

He came out, huh?

No, he's not gay.

He's a defense attorney now.

Huh.

Well, I mean, what about you?

How are you doin'?

Oh, I'm just great.

Prince Rainier proposed.

The private jet is taking us to the palace on Thursday.

Yeah. Okay.

Well, I guess that's it, then.

I did get one call. [sniffles]

After everything went down.

Kim.

Checking in on me.

No kidding?

Mm-hmm.

Your name came up.

Asked if you were alive.

She asked about me?

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

But she asked?

Yep.

[sighs]

Oh, okay. Well...

Uh, I guess...

this is goodbye.

- [receiver clicks] - Hello? Hello?

[clicks tongue]

[beep]

Hi, I need a number in Florida.

Titusville.

Palm Coast Sprinklers.

It's on a road, um...

It's named after a fish.

Uh...

Tarpon Road, right.

Uh, well, can you put me through? I'll...

Say again, how much?

Okay.

[coins clinking]

[breathing deeply]

Hi.

I'm looking for Kim Wexler.

I believe she works there.

[imperceptible]

[muffled shouting]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[machinery whirring]

[brakes squeak]

[engine shuts off]

- [Marion laughs] Oh. - [chuckles]

Another good one.

Oh, hey, Jeffie! Look what the cat dragged in!

Hey. Hey, Gene.

Yeah. Your mom was just showing me

this computer you bought her.

Yeah, well, he... he got it for me,

and I didn't know what the hell to do with it, but, uh,

look, Gene showed me.

- You... You go to the box up here... - [Gene] Mm-hmm.

And then you type in "funny cat videos."

I mean, that's it, just "funny cat videos."

[chuckles] These funny cat videos just pop up!

Look at this one. Look, look.

[laughing] Cat eating an ice cream.

Can you believe it?

It's like America's Funniest Home Videos,

but you get to be the host.

Ooh, wouldn't that be something?

Wow.

Hey, uh, Jeffie, get some glasses, and we can pour the ol' Schnapps, huh?

Yeah.

[laughs]

I thought a computer would be good for her, you know?

It was on sale.

Not a... big buy at all.

Well, I think it's great.

Treat your mom right, that's what I say.

- Hey, Marion... - Hmm?

How about, uh, we leave you to the cat videos,

and Jeff and I take our drink to go?

I mean, is that car running? I'd love to take a gander.

Come on.

Okay.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I swear, the computer's the one big thing I bought,

and it's not even that much.

It's a... it's an old model on discount.

And nobody said nothing to nobody.

N-not me, not Buddy.

Living our lives like normal, just like you said.

- Stop talking. - But I want to...

Jeff. Stop talking.

I need you to answer some questions.

First up, you have a night shift, right?

You mean the graveyard shift?

At the cab company? Yeah.

What are the hours?

They got a 9:00-to-6:00, a midnight-to-9:00.

- Why? - Get on the 9:00-to-6:00.

After that, we need to get our hands on some barbiturates.

What?

You're shitting me?

What're we gonna do with them?

But you said we're done.

You said, "Cross to the other side of the street"

if I see you coming.

So we're back in business?

Oh, hell, yeah.

[glasses clink]

♪ The sailor said "Brandy, you're a fine girl" ♪

♪ What a good wife You would be ♪

♪ But my life, my love And my lady is the sea ♪

♪ Do da-dit-dooda... ♪

♪ At night When the bars close down ♪

♪ Brandy walks Through a silent town ♪

[speaking indistinctly]

♪ And loves a man Who's not around ♪

♪ She can still hear him say ♪

♪ She hears Him say, "Brandy..." ♪

Brandy!

♪ "You're a fine girl" ♪

♪ What a good wife You would be ♪

Con gusto!

♪ But my life, my love My lady is the sea ♪

♪ Do da-dit-dooda... ♪

[man chuckles] ♪♪ Doo doo-da doo-doo ♪

[man laughing]

- [coughs] - [scattered applause]

Wow.

Ah. [sighs]

Wow.

He did that.

[karaoke singer sings "Summer Breeze" in the background]

- Ah-di-di-di-da-da. - [sighs]

Well. [clears throat]

That must've been what it would be like

if you watched the Hindenburg go down.

But worse, am I right? [chuckles]

- Yeah, well, with gusto, right? - Gusto.

- A bet's a bet. - With gusto! [laughs]

Hey, what do you say we go again?

Up the stakes?

Loser has to sing with his shirt off this time...

No, no, no. No more bets, okay?

Come on, I haven't been right once.

Aw, what's the matter, wittle fella,

you haven't been wight once?

Not once?

Hey, can we get more peanuts?

[clucking] Come on, Viktor!

Don't be a wuss.

I'm not a wuss.

That's right. You're not.

You... You gotta believe in yourself, little buddy.

[clears throat]

Let's do one more bet. One more bet. One more bet.

- No. No more. - Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

No more lemon wedges on my nose,

no more trick coins, no more toothpick puzzles.

I, I'm not good at this.

Viktor.

This is an easy one.

Now, you grab the hundo before I do,

you get to keep it.

I grab the hundo first, you buy another round.

Only rule is, you can't move until I move.

Yeah, but I'm... I'm so much closer to it.

It's like giving me the money.

So you want to take the bet?

Yeah, I'll take it. [chuckles]

- [imitates buzzer] - Oh, son of a bitch!

[laughing] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

You lose, sucker. [chuckles]

[clears throat] Another round, good man,

once again courtesy of my little friend.

- All right, all right. - [chuckles]

Aw. You're fun.

[chuckles, clears throat]

[with heavy accent] Gracias.

Ah-di-di-di-da-da- da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

[grunting]

[sighs]

You know, you're all right, Viktor.

Yeah, I just wish I knew how you did it.

[scoffs] Well, you see, I'm a man of many talents.

[clears throat] And you are a man of very few.

[laughs] Kidding!

[laughs] Kidding. Maybe.

[chuckles]

Ah.

Every time, every time, she'll never see it coming.

- [laughs] - Yeah.

Shh... Yeah...

I need some night air.

[breathes deeply] Well.

Easy.

Looks like one of our cabs is here.

Ohh. I'll bet you for it.

[laughing] No bets.

Come on, now, hear me out.

It's simple.

Don't be such a pussy, baby.

Look... [imitates whiplash]

What?

Simple as simple can be.

Balance this book of matches on the back of your hand for ten seconds.

[Gene clicks tongue]

That's it, and the cab's yours.

I'll even pay for it.

You're just gonna punch me or something...

No, I promise. My hands won't touch your body.

And I won't blow it off the back of your hand.

Really?

My body will not touch your body

or the matches.

[scoffs, chuckling] Fine.

- Huh? - I gotta win one, right?

All right.

That's right, you do.

Okay, now.

Count with me.

Ten...

- Nine, eight... - Nine, eight...

- Jesus! Jesus! - [laughs]

[imitates buzzer] Loser!

[laughs]

I'll see you around next time, pal.

This was fun!

Oh, and, Viktor,

you can keep the matches.

♪ What a fine girl ♪

♪ Do da-dit-dooda... ♪

[vehicle departs]

[sighs]

You call for a ride?

Nah. I'm good.

[laughs]

[snorts]

♪ Do da-dit-dooda... ♪

[laughing]

♪ Do da-dit-dooda... ♪

[coughing]

You okay back there?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Got a lotta booze and, uh, nuts in my mouth.

I got water here, if you want.

On the house.

[static crackles]

[man on radio] Car 357, what's your status?

Yeah, car 357,

I'm about ten minutes away from my drop

at, uh, 17 Del Mar Place.

357, head to the airport when you're done.

- [static crackles] - [Jeff] Copy that.

[engine starts]

[brakes squeak]

You doing okay, sir?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Hey, you can go.

I'm not giving you another tip.

No problem, sir.

[man breathing heavily]

Feel better.

[suspenseful music playing]

[door closes softly]

[camera shutter clicks]

[snoring softly]

[upbeat suspenseful music playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[clicking]

[snoring softly]

[music stops]

[music resumes]

[music ends]

What the hell is this? [scoffs]

It's like James Whale's travelling road show in here.

Whoever the hell that is.

The Crystal Ship definitely travels.

[Walter grunts]

I'm sorry, you said the "what" travels?

Crystal Ship. It's what I call this thing.

All right. Never mind. Just... No details.

We're paying him to do a job, let's just leave it at that.

No details? Fellas, that...

That money you put in my pocket,

that doesn't just extend to this job.

That will get you attorney-client privilege

on, on all matters.

No. Details.

[Saul] Look at this set-up.

I... What, you two drive around like Mister Softee,

scooping out drugs for all the good boys and girls?

No, we don't deal from here.

I said, "No details."

Dude is standing in front of a meth lab.

It's not like he ain't gonna put two and two together.

He is on a need-to-know basis.

Oh. I didn't wanna show my face.

Did he need to know that?

So, you're not just distribution.

You're the whole freakin' package.

[sighs]

You two actually make the blue stuff.

Here?

[chuckles] That's amazing.

Can you not touch...

[Saul] I mean, look at this.

I had a fish that could've used this as a vacation home.

But you're using it to make the goods, huh?

Yeah. That's a, uh, round-bottom flask.

- Mm. - Right?

Round-bottom?

It's a flask for distilling.

It won't be if you break it.

Now, please, put it down.

[Saul] Oh. [clears throat]

Okay, so, if you cook the blue stuff,

then that means you're Igor and...

And that makes you...

You're Heisenberg.

Wow.

Hey, tell me, how...

How much product can you churn out with a set-up like this?

No, we're done. We're done with the questions.

- Mm. - We ask the questions.

You have a job, one job,

and I still don't understand

how you're going to pull it off.

Listen, when I get all my ducks in a row,

I'll give you a PowerPoint down at the office.

But until then, just... just bring what we talked about, okay?

And don't worry, I'm gonna make it work.

I'm taking the $80,000

as a starting point for negotiation.

Take it any way you want, that's the price.

And, uh... [clears throat] I'm callin' shotgun.

I will drive.

Oh, yeah, sure, I'll just stand, I guess.

[lowered voice] Dick.

At least you won't be rolling around

like the last Christmas ham

in the back of the delivery truck.

You know, I...

- I've got bad knees. - [Jesse sighs]

Think you might've messed up my rotator cuff.

You're lucky I'm not charging you for my chiropractor.

She's expensive.

But she adjusts everything.

[engine starts]

[engine sputters, stops]

[Walter] Damn it.

You gotta give it some gas when you're backing up.

I gave it the proper amount of gas.

I guess that's why we're moving, then.

Look, it just was idling too long.

- [sighs] - It'll start.

[engine grinds]

Oh, you shoulda just let me drive, yo.

Look, nothing would be different in this moment

except you panicking and flooding the engine.

[scoffs] Bullshit.

Fellas, I was enjoying the Laurel and Hardy vibe,

but I'm not such a fan of the Bickersons.

Now, can you get me back to my office?

I, I got work to do if you want me to make some magic.

We just need to sit a moment.

That's all.

When it idles too long, the fuel pump overheats,

and so we just need to let it cool down.

[Jesse sighs]

[coughing]

So.

Who's Lalo?

Who?

[Jesse] Lalo.

You thought some dude named Lalo sent us.

You seemed pretty freaked out.

Never heard of no Lalo on the street.

It's nobody.

Hey, are you gonna try that again, 'cause...

Or are they gonna find us, you know, buried in a sandstorm

a thousand years from now?

Just please.

[engine starts]

Bravo.

I second that.

And let me give you two free words of advice.

Jiffy Lube.

Hold on.

[knock on door]

[sighs]

[somber music playing]

[vehicle departs]

[exhales slowly]

[motor whirring softly]

["Tapioca Tundra" plays]

[chuckles] Where did you read that?

Personal Finance for Dummies?

I mean, is it wrong?

[chuckles] Yeah. Big time.

[chuckles]

Don't put all your eggs in one basket, genius.

♪ Reasoned verse Some prose or rhyme ♪

Yeah, this is mine.

♪ Lose themselves In other times ♪

♪ And waiting hopes Cast silent spells ♪

♪ That speak in clouded clues ♪

- How about a water? - Sure. Thanks.

♪ It cannot be a part of me ♪

♪ For now it's part of you ♪

♪ Careful plays on fields ♪

♪ That seem to vanish When they're in between ♪

♪ And softly as I walk away ♪

♪ In freshly tattered shoes ♪

♪ It cannot be a part of me ♪

♪ For now it's part of you ♪

♪ Sunshine, ragtime ♪

♪ Blowing in the breeze ♪

♪ Midnight looks right ♪

♪ Standing more at ease ♪

♪ Silhouettes And figures stay ♪

♪ Close to what he had to say ♪

♪ And one more time The faded dream ♪

♪ Is saddened by the news ♪

♪ It cannot be a part of me ♪

♪ For now it's part of you ♪

[scatting]

♪ Sunshine, ragtime ♪

♪ Blowing in the breeze ♪

♪ Midnight looks right ♪

♪ Standing more at ease ♪

♪ Silhouettes And figures stay ♪

♪ Close to what he had to say ♪

♪ And one more time The faded dream ♪

♪ Is saddened by the news ♪

[imperceptible]

♪ It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you ♪

♪ It cannot be a part of me ♪

♪ For now it's part of you ♪

[slurps]

[machinery stops]

["Hold on Strong" plays in the background]

[man] You wanna know my trick?

Play your own game,

don't get caught up with what the other guys are buying.

[Gene] Mm-hmm.

Like the man says,

you never know who's swimming nude until the tide goes out.

[chuckles] I guess.

But, I mean, with this financial stuff,

it feels like the game is rigged.

The big guys always win. [chuckles]

Well...

I wish I could disagree with you, Viktor, but I can't.

There is definitely dishonesty.

But the majority, I believe, are straight shooters.

Now, the... the folks responsible

for, uh,

Enron, WorldCom...

Madoff and his ilk...

[Gene] Mm.

I gotta believe there's a special place in Hell

for those people.

Yeah.

[clicks tongue]

But in my experience, that's the exception.

Y-You can't let a few bad apples spoil it for the rest of us.

- In fact... - [alarm beeping]

[clears throat] Sorry.

[Saul grunts lightly]

[sighs]

[Saul] Those look exotic.

I-I went through that phase.

I took every vitamin there was.

Hey, guess how many pills I took

to try to keep the hair on my head.

- [chuckles] - Worked like a charm.

What are those for?

Cancer. [clears throat]

Oh. [clears throat]

Sorry.

Uh.

Uh, is it, uh... is it bad?

Well, it ain't the good kind.

Come on. More drinks. This one's on me.

Get two more here, please?

Hey, uh, it's none of my business,

but, um...

should you be drinkin'?

You only go around once.

You got that right.

[glasses clink]

You sure you don't want to take this one, Vik?

I can wait.

No. It's all you.

Ah, okay.

[man sighs]

[sighs softly]

[headset beeping, vibrating]

[motor whirring]

Feed me, what do we got?

[Francesca] You remember to take your fish oil?

- I did. - B-12?

- Did it. - L-arginine?

Got 'em all. Next.

You're supposed to file that appellate brief for Hemple by 4:00.

Crap. Um, hey,

could you put down the travel magazine and help with that?

Not a paralegal, Saul.

Anyway, your 12:30 just walked in.

Aces. Send him in.

Oh! Enter, Sunshine.

Cast some light into my cold, dark world.

["You're a Grand Old Flag" playing in distance]

[music fades]

[Mike sighs]

Hello? You're on the clock, right?

So give with the info anytime.

When you're done.

No, I can multitask, please.

I'm not gonna talk to you while you're on...

whatever that is.

You know, LBJ used to have his underlings give him reports

while he was on the shitter.

Uh-huh.

Well, either I'm gonna leave,

or I'm gonna put my foot in your skull.

[Saul sighs]

- [whirring stops] - Fine.

[grunts]

But you should try one of these.

[sighs]

You walk like Frankenstein

after he was probed by aliens.

[chuckles] I can get you one.

It would do wonders for your chi.

[sighs]

Let's go, lay it on me.

[sighs]

All right. First.

There's your Mrs. Denise Gabler.

She's cheating, all right.

[whistles] Limber.

Ha-ha!

Well, at least I know they didn't spot you.

No one could stay that aroused

with your mug peeking through the window.

What else you got?

Well, next, I followed your bus driver.

News flash. He really does have a broken neck.

Fantastic. [breathes sharply]

That makes my life much easier.

Keep it coming.

Second story guy out of Indianapolis.

Lasky. Did a dime at Menard.

Now, if you're looking for a talent

who'll keep his mouth shut, you can trust him.

I say he's worth keeping an eye on.

Second story guy, second story guy.

I got... I got more second story guys in my book

than pimples at a Junior prom. [chuckles]

What about, uh, that Heisenberg fella?

High school chemistry teacher.

You're shittin' me. Really?

Walter Hartwell White.

Chemistry teacher over at JP Wynne.

Working with a former student, current meth head,

one Jesse Pinkman.

Wow.

Uh, what else about the teacher?

He has lung cancer.

Jesus.

That's why he can't quit with the coughing.

How bad?

Stage Three A.

He's in treatment, more tests to come,

but it doesn't look good.

Now, listen, even if this guy was gonna live,

I wouldn't go near him.

He's a complete amateur.

Well, you see an amateur.

I see... [breathes sharply] 170 pounds of clay ready to be molded.

Well, if the cancer doesn't get him,

it'll be the cops or a bullet to the head.

Is that your appraisal or is that what

"He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named" says about him?

He doesn't say anything. The guy's small potatoes.

Yeah, okay. I hear you.

I just...

I got a feeling about this.

This Heisenberg guy's got something.

It's top of the line product, that's the buzz on the street,

and I just think, with the right management...

You know, years ago, I bought a Betamax.

Good product. "Top of the line."

Experts said it was better than a VHS.

Turned out to be a complete waste of time and money.

Hmm?

Let it go.

[sighs] Guy with that mustache

probably doesn't make a lot of good life choices.

[chuckles] So, yeah, uh, the second story guy.

- Uh, Menard, you said? - Yeah, right, right, right.

All right, part of a high-end crew

fencing jewelry up into Canada.

Now, the Lasky kid caught a bad break.

The cop was driving by just as he was ducking in a window.

He did the time,

no one else on his crew went down. Solid.

[narrator on TV] Known for their vast migration patterns through Africa,

nearly two million wildebeests

travel 2,000 miles each year...

[bottle thumps lightly]

making their migration one of the greatest on Earth.

[bottle thumps lightly]

The herd seeks fresh grass, following the rain through Kenya and Tanzania.

Gathering each year to prepare for the journey,

one that's been taking place for a million years.

[Gene sighs]

The voyage is not easy.

While traveling, the herd must stay well fed, rested

and free of disease or be left behi...

[class instructor] Couple more. And shuffle, ladies.

Just like that.

- [headset beeping, vibrating] - Now L step.

Four times.

Fabulous!

Let me see you having fun.

Yeah.

[clears throat]

W... Uh.

What do you mean?

He what?

Tell... Tell him to get his ass back to the garage right now.

[Marion laughs]

You cutie-patootie.

[sighs]

You think you've seen everything. [laughs]

[dog barking in distance]

[woman talking indistinctly on headphones]

[barking continues]

[barking continues]

[Gene] Shut that goddamn dog up and get back in here.

[Buddy speaking indistinctly]

[vehicle door closes]

[Gene] Get in.

You're kidding me. You're absolutely kidding me.

I'm sorry, man. I couldn't...

Do you know how much time, how much effort,

I put into finding the perfect mark?

I have to weed through all these saps

who have wives and families at home,

find somebody who's alone with money,

and, what, so you can just wimp out?

- The guy has cancer, man. - [sighs]

I found pills in his pocket.

Okay? The same ones my dad took.

For, like, pancreatic cancer.

So? A guy with cancer can't be an asshole?

[scoffs] Believe me, I speak from experience.

I can't rip off a guy with cancer. I'm sorry.

Do you know how many of the suckers we've ripped off have sob stories?

Every single one of them.

Besides, it'll be months

before they even realize they've been taken.

This guy will already be dead.

So, please, get back in your truck,

go back to the house, and finish the job.

No, man. I can't do that.

I can't.

[Gene] Look, all right. [chuckles] I get it.

You get over it, okay?

Please, believe me. Y...

Before you know it, you forget all about it.

Go.

Well, l-look, we're doing really well, right?

Hear me out, okay? I mean, we're rolling in cash.

We can just let this one go.

Not your call.

[scoffs] Yeah, but I, I pulled the tape when I left.

The door's locked.

We couldn't get back in even if we wanted to.

[grunts]

Jeff, come on, man, back me up here.

Huh?

Oh, well... I, I don't know.

I mean, I can see both sides, kinda.

You know, forget it. You're fired. Just go.

Just gimme the camera and go.

[sighs] Fine.

Good. Go. We don't need you.

And I know I don't need to tell you this,

but since you're such a goddamned amateur,

I will anyway.

Keep your mouth shut.

[door creaks]

If we're gonna do this, we should leave now.

We're really gonna go back there?

What'd I just say?

Jeff, are you in or out?

[Gene] What?

I'm down for this. I am.

- But, uh... - But what?

What time did the guy take the drugs?

We gave it to him, what? Three hours ago?

I don't even know if he finished it.

He might be awake by now.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah, but...

I said don't worry about it.

It'll be fine.

That's it. Right there.

[sighs] Come back and get me in 20 minutes.

Just roll up slow, like you're picking up a fare.

It'll be fine. Relax.

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music playing]

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