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♪ [theme]

All right, everybody.

Listen up.

Tuco Salamanca.

For those of you who were
not with us this morning,

we raided his headquarters.

Also his last known address.

Even the little den
of iniquity

he keeps for his
meth hag girlfriend.

We netted a bunch
of his lieutenants.

The big man himself
smelled us coming.

So...

Study the face.

Study the file.

Get a big ol'
raging hard on

at the idea of catching
this piece of shit.

Oh. My apologies
to the HR department.

Grow tumescent

with anticipation.

All right.

On the hit parade, 1998.

Reputed to have whacked
one "Dog" Paulson,

back when our
home-grown banditos

where wrestling
the crank trade

away from the So Cal
biker gangs.

Also, we're pretty sure
he knifed

a Mexican national
in '03.

And for my money,

seeing how he customarily
deals with rivals,

I'd say he is
a prime suspect

in the disappearance
of our dearly-missed

Krazy 8.

Hats over your heart
for that dirtball.

We hauled Tuco in for
questioning on that one,

but as usual,
we couldn't make it stick.

Yeah, he runs a tight ship.

he's got some kind
of cartel connection.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know it's, uh--

We a know what's
going on down there.

We sure as hell don't
want it going on up here.

Which brings us
to the good news.

We finally got some
actual, honest-to-God

evidence.

This is one of
Tuco's henchmen.

Street name, No Doze.

Found him tucked
in the junkyard,

along with Tuco's own
brother-in-law,

a.k.a. Gonzo.

Gonzo, this, uh,
rocket scientist,

was moving No Doze's body,

either hiding it there
or pulling it out,
we're still not sure,

when he got his arm
crushed clean off.

[laughing]

Anyone wanna see the photos,
they're on my Web site.

Hilarious. Anyway.

The upshot is,

we got us a nice,

big, juicy,

bloody fingerprint,

which belongs
to Señor Tuco.

[chuckles]

Christmas came early
to the Schrader household.

That is, provided

we find this guy.

So to all present,

I ask you, you wanna
find this guy?

Yes.
Yes.

What the hell was that?
Jesus.

Wanna try that again?

Do you want
to find this guy?

[All] Yes!

Are we going
to find this guy?

[All] Yes!
Louder, damn it!

Yes!
Give me a hell, yeah!

Hell, yeah!
Hell, yeah!

[chanting]
Hell, yeah!
Hell, yeah!

They ain't gonna find him.

Guy's in Mexico by now.

Appearances, Gomie.

It's all about
appearances.

Listen, I gotta take
some personal time.

Now, in the middle
of a manhunt?

Skyler called last night.

It's Walt.
He's missing.

Just disappeared
from the house,

and no one's heard
from him since.

Damn. You don't think he--

Holler if you need me.
[bell dings]

All right.
Thanks a lot, man.
Appreciate that.

[rattling]

[sniffing]

This is the most
recent photo.

We haven't taken
many lately, so--

Um, but that's what
he looks like now.

[stammering]
Without the hair.

[door opens]

Hey, it's me.

Hey, Tim.

Really appreciate you
sparing us your day off.

No worries.
Happy to help.

Yeah, this is helpful.
Good.

What about height
and weight?

Uh. Five eleven, um--

most recently,
about 170.

[stammering]
Um, 165.

That's what I weigh.

I guess, uh...

he weighs
a little less.
That's fine.

That's close enough.
Good.

What about other
distinguishing features?

Tattoos or moles
or scars?

Anything that
might help us--

Um, tattoos?

Um, no. Not really.

No.

That's fine.

Is that the list
of medications?

Yes. I wrote them all down.

And there's no drug
interactions.

None that are listed.

Um, I called
his doctor, so, no.

Has he been depressed?

He's, um--

He's been withdrawn lately.

A little withdrawn.

Um, last night,
he was, uh...

agitated.

Agitated.

Yeah. When he came
home last night,

he was, um--

He-- Agitated-- Upset.

Upset in general?

Or upset because of
something particular?

Um...

When I asked him
what was wrong,

he said...

"I don't know
where to begin."

Um, then he just walked
out of the room--

out of the bathroom--
I was in the tub.

I was taking a bath.

And when I came out
about ten minutes later,

he was gone.

Nothing else missing?

Um, his keys, wallet,
cell phone.

Just what was on him.

Um-- But--

What about the phone call?

I'm looking into it.

What phone call?

Walt's cell phone rang.

He-- He pulled it out,

looked at it,
and didn't answer it.

But then,
a short time after,

he wandered
out of the bathroom.

I mean...

couldn't that be...

important, right?

[sighs]

Anything else
you can think of?

[sigh]

Anything else. Um...

I called
the credit card providers,

and, um,
there's no report

of any recent activity.

I-- Let's see--

I checked
with every hospital

within 50 miles.

Every police station.
Every morgue.

So, no, I really don't--

I don't have anything else.

I was actually hoping
that you had something else,

being that you're
the expert.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

No worries.

I think this is
good enough to start.

Gives us plenty
to work on.

Mrs. White?
Thank you.

Walter?
Thank you.

So that cell phone call
she's talking about?

I ran it.
And?

Never happened.
No record of it.

Second cell phone.

Yeah. I'm thinkin'--

[metallic thud]

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[thud]

[coughing]

[keys jingle]

[latch clicks]

I understand.

Out!

[groaning]

Get away from me!

[shouts]
[thudding]

Settle down, bitch!

[Jesse]
You gonna shoot me?

Huh? Shoot me in here!

I hope I bleed
like a mother, too!

That way,
you have to clean it up!

[groaning]
Oh!

[gasping]

It's your ride, retard.

I ain't gotta clean jack.
Now get out!

[grunts]

[both gasping, coughing]

Get up!

Get up.

Don't do this, Tuco.

[grunts]

♪ I held up ♪

♪ A light to a smoke ♪

♪ But the redness ♪

♪ Blows it away ♪

♪ And the night is cold ♪

♪ And the clouds go by ♪

♪ Tomorrow morning ♪

♪ I hope ♪

♪ To be home ♪

♪ By your side ♪

[sighs]

No more posters?

Walter Junior's making more.

Thank you, Marie.

I don't think
he'll hurt himself.

I mean, he just doesn't
strike me as the type.

He'll turn up.

[sighs]

Okay, the whole tiara thing--

I just find it
bewildering that--
Marie.

didn't believe that--
Marie.

Not now.

[Man speaking Spanish on TV]

[Spanish continues]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[coughing]

Empty your pockets.

[mutters]

Oh.

[panting]

Thought your name
was Heisenberg,

"Walter Hartwell White."

Heisenberg is kind of
a pseudonym.

You know,

a business name.

Yeah.

[exhales]

I like doing business
with a family man.

There's always
a lot of collateral.

[laughing]

[laughing continues]

[Walt gasps]

Answer me one thing.

[gasps]

Can I trust you?

Yes. Yes, absolutely.

Sit down.

DEA...

...hit my place
of business

this morning.

About a hundred cops
looking for me.

You two haven't
been talking, right?

No.

No.

Ah.

Picked up my whole crew,
top to bottom.

Everybody except Gonzo.

That's weird, right?

I mean, don't you think
that that's weird?

That's weird. Yes.

Unusual.

Unusual.

Last two days,

I couldn't get Gonzo
on the phone.

He's been acting all pouty
on account of No Doze.

Explain to me,

how is it my fault

that that little bitch
did not know his place?

I saw this coming.

I can see the future,
you know?

It's this gift that I have

deep inside my head.

I knew last night
they were going to come
and try and bust me.

Gonzo--

He went and snitched
to the cops!

That lousy son of a bitch!

I trusted him
like a brother!

I was good to him!
I was good!

I see Gonzo,

I'm going to gut him,
I'm going to skin him,

and I'm going to stuff
his hide for a heavy bag,

and every time I hit him,

it's going to be like
a lesson to myself!

You never, never trust
the people that you love!

So, you plan to ice Gonzo,

like, future tense?

What?

You're-- you're saying--

Tuco, you're saying

that Gonzo is currently

operating as
a police informant,

as far as you know?

I'm very sorry to hear that.

That's disappointing.

Yeah. I'd waste him,
too, yo.

Shut up.

Okay.

They're out there
looking for me right now.

They got ghetto birds
and black ops.

I need to get high.

[mutters]
I need to get good and high.

[sniffs]

Aah!

Whoa. What's with this gak?
It smells like headcheese.

No, it's, uh--

It's killer.

Yeah, seriously.

So, I was thinking
last night.

I came up with
this great idea.

México.

Mexico?

[laughs]

We'll disappear
way out in the jungle.

We'll set you up
in a superlab.

We'll do nothing
but cook 24-7.

And no federales
are going to mess with us,

because I got
my people there.

Connections.

We're going to make

beaucoup bucks,
Heisenberg, huh?

Tuco, I--

I have a wife and family.

So what?
You'll get another one.

I don't want you
to take this the wrong way,

but I can't just...

uproot my life like that.

Yeah, man.
I mean, me, neither.

Who's talking to you?

[Jesse]
Hey, you-- you need me, man,

'cause I cooked that scante
in your hands.

Yeah.

I'll tell you something, yo.

You never tried
nothing like it.

Stink or no stink,

one bump,

you'll be flying high
for days.

It's a new product him
and I been working up.

Careful when you hit it.

It kicks like a 12-gauge
when it comes on.

[chuckles]

It's got
a secret ingredient.

What secret ingredient?

Chili powder.

I hate chili powder.

This blue magic,
this is money.

Huh?

You keep cooking this,
Heisenberg.

[tapping]
Ah!

Were going to rewrite
history with this.

[inhales]

[shouts]

All right!

Time to clean the menudo out
from between your ears!

[all shouting at once]

No, I need him, Tuco.

I need him very, very badly.

He's my partner.

And if he doesn't go,

I don't go.

I'll tell you this,
my cousins are driving

up here right now
to smuggle us back down,

and they're going
to be here by sunset,

and you're going
to be on that truck,

or you're going
to be dead!

And you--

You better hope
they got room in the trunk.

[Skyler]
Where are you going?

Louis is taking me
to the train station.

We'll put these up.

No, no, honey.
No, I'll do it.

He wants to help,
let him help.

I mean,
how long has it been

since you've slept?

Yeah, she's right, Sky.

Why don't you
lay down a while?

For christ sake,
you got a bun in the oven.

I got my cell
if you need me.

Okay?
[Skyler]
Okay.

Bye, sweetie.
I'll see you later.

All right. Bye.

[door opens]

Actually,
I think the very fact

they haven't
found him yet...
[door closes]

...bodes well.

Well, I mean, if he--

You know.

Somebody would've smelled
something by now.
[sighs]

There's-- There's got
to be something--

some detail that we
haven't picked up on.

What about
the second cell phone?

Aw, Jesus.
What?

We can't just ignore
a potential clue, Hank.

Okay. What are you
talking about?

Uh, the call
you said Walt got

before he disappeared,

there's no record of it
with the phone company.

Uh, no incoming,
no dropped calls, nothing.

But his phone rang.
I heard it.

Well, all right.
Well, then,

if that's the case,

he must have
a second phone.

Why? What sense
would there be in that?

Yeah. All right. Okay.
I'm not here to argue with you.

No, Hank.
You can't just bring up

"secret cell phone"
and then drop it.

What does it mean?

I don't know, Sky.
What do you want me to say?

It means Walt has a secret.

Everyone's got one
from somebody,

big or little.

Okay. Oh, wow.
"Everyone." Okay.

Oh, Skyler, come on.

He kept cancer
from you for weeks.

Okay, then, let's assume
there's a second cell phone.

So, what? What,
is he having an affair?

Walt? Please.

[sighs]

What about the marijuana?

He's not on pot anymore.

[scoffs]
Says who? Him?

Chemotherapy
and marijuana
go together

like-- like apple pie
and Chevrolet.

Maybe he's addicted

to the pot,

and he owes
his drug dealer

a lot of money.

Marie, you don't get hooked

on pot like that.
How do you know?

You didn't even know
he had a second
cell phone.

Hank, you have to question
this drug dealer person.

He may know something.

Well, I'm telling you,
we're grasping at straws here.

Then grasp.

Excuse me. Ma'am?

Hi. I'm, uh--

I'm looking for Jesse.
He around?

No. I'm afraid not.

Why?

I'm sorry.
Uh, Hank Schrader.

Uh, I'm actually hoping
to talk to Jesse

about my brother-in-law,
Walter White.

He, uh, taught your son
chemistry in high school.

Oh, Mr. White.
Yes, I remember.

That was a long time ago.

Yes, ma'am.
It's my understanding

that he and Jesse,
they've stayed in touch.

Really?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Mr. White must've seen
some potential in Jesse.

He really tried
to motivate him.

He was one of
the few teachers
who cared.

Yeah, Walt's that way.
He's a good man.

I'm so sorry to hear
about his illness.

Please pass along
our best wishes.

I certainly will,
as soon as he turns up.

He's missing, actually.

Just kind of walked off or...

Anyway, which is why
I'm going around

trying to think of anyone
who knows him, even slightly.

That's terrible.

Anything we can do
to help?

Well, if you could put me
in touch with your son.

Like I said,

we're kind of desperate
for leads.

Jesse's not answering either
phone number I have for him,

and no one seems to be home
at his house.

And why do you think
my son and Mr. White
would be in touch?

I don't necessarily.
I-- I just, um--

Are you with the police?
No, ma'am. Not at all.

I'm with the Drug
Enforcement Administration.

Oh, my God.
Is my son in trouble?

I have absolutely no reason
to think that, no.

Do I need to get
a lawyer?

You know, you don't seem
very forthright about this--

coming here and asking
questions about my son and--

Mrs. Pinkman,
I swear to you,

I'm not here
on official capacity.

I do not care what your son
may or may not have done wrong.

I just want to find
my brother-in-law.

His wife is worried sick,

and she's got
a baby on the way.

I'm sorry.
I would like to help you,

but I have not seen my son
in over a month.

I don't expect to see him
anytime soon.

Well, thanks for your time.

Oh, uh...

if you could tell me
one more thing.

Is Jesse still driving
the, uh,

'89 Chevy Monte Carlo,
as far as you know?

[sighs]

If he had spent
half as much time

and money
on his education

as he has on that
ridiculous bouncing car...

Lowrider, huh?

Gomie, hey.

Nah, nothing yet.
Hey, listen, do me a solid

and check out a...

'89 Chevy Monte Carlo

registered to a, uh,

one Jesse Pinkman.

Specifically? I want to know
if the car's got LoJack.

It's one of those
jackoff lowriders.

I'm betting it's got
a good shot that there is.

If so, can you go ahead
and get me a fix on it?

Thanks, buddy.
[sighs]

[chattering on TV]

[inhales]

[grunts]

Ahh!
[spits]

Chili powder.

Did I not already tell you
how moronic that was?

Whatever, man.

At least
I tried something.

It almost worked, too.

How's about you
leaving my gun?

Huh?

First you boost it,
then you leave it
in your house.

My gun.

How was I supposed to know

you were chauffeuring Tuco
to my doorstep?

Well, at least
he wants you alive.

Oh.

[singing in Spanish]

[utensils clattering]

Hey, I don't get it.

If Tuco didn't kill Gonzo,
then who did?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Does it really matter?

If he finds out
that Gonzo is dead

and not a police informant,

who does he
automatically blame?

Us.

We need a plan.

Think, think, think.

Let's just
bum-rush him, man.

You know, you crack him
over the head with something,

and I'll go for his gun.
[thud]

"Crack him over the head
with something"?

And you got
the C-bomb, man.
All right?

You're as good
as checked out already.

Okay? You should be,
like, all sacrificial,

jumping on a grenade, yo.

Just--

Oh, so my life
is not the priority here,

because I'm going
to be dead soon anyway.

That's your point?

Uh, yeah.

[scoffs]

We got to get him
to take this.

Well, he don't much like
the taste of chili P.

That much
has been established.

So unless you
can convince him

to booty bump--
[thud]

Eat.

We've got a long ride
ahead of us.

[speaking Spanish]

Go and sit.

You're looking
a little weak, Heisenberg.

I don't want you to go belly up
before we get there.

[sniffs]
Ah.

[dings]

[Tuco]
Take it easy, Tio.

I will feed you.
I eat first.

That's the deal.

[dinging]

What?

I get it, I get it,
I get . Oh!

You greedy old bastard.

I tell you, Heisenberg...

Old people.

You feed them, huh?

You put them in a really
nice crib in the country,

and yet they gotta steal
the food off your plate.

You better eat
every bite of that.

[Tuco]
What did you do that for?

God!

Tio.

[gunfire]

[dings]

[bell dings]
[laughs]

Hey, look. Lookit.

[laughs]
There's nothing left.

[bell dinging]

[dinging]

[sniffs]

[shouts]

What?

What do you want?

[dinging continues]

No. Don't even tell me
that you're hungry.

Don't go there.

[dinging continues]
[growls]

[laughing]
Are you mad-dogging them, Tio?

What, you don't like them?
[dings]

[laughing]

One ding.
That means "yes."

Tio don't like you.

Why don't you
like them, Tio?

You don't trust them?

[dings]

Why don't you
trust them, Tio?

Tuco, come on.
I mean, he's...

There-- there's clearly
some dementia.

He's not lucid.

Shh!

Did they do something
to you, Tio?

Something that
you don't like?

[dings]

What did they do to you?

What did you do
to my Tio?

Nothing. Nothing.

Bullshit!
My Tio does not lie!

I don't know. I swear.
I don't know.

No, I-- I--

Maybe I-- I did change

the channel
on his TV, but--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's it.
While you were cooking,

you know, he was watching
one of those, um--

those, uh, "telenovels",
you know,

with all those ripe
honeys on it?

He was really into it.
I told you not to change
the channel, man!

You know, dude needs
his eye candy. That's it.

[chuckles]

Tio.

Is that it, Tio?

Is that it, Tio?

Huh?

Did they change your mamitas?

What are you telling me, Tio?

Huh?

Are they punking me?

[dings]

[thud]

[thud]

[thud]

[Jesse]
Hey.

[thud]
[gasps]

No, man.

[thud]
No.

Come here!
No, Tuco!

No! No! Tuco!

Tuco!

[groans]

[grunts]
No!
Get--

Tuco, no! Tuco!

[cries out]

Tuco!
Shut up!

[coughs, groans]

[grunts]

[cries out]

[whimpering]
No.

Please, no! God!

Please, no! No, God!
I don't want to die!

Tell me what you did, Walter!

[Jesse]
Jesus!

[sobbing]
I don't want to die!

[shouts]

Tell me what you did!

[sobbing continues]

We tried to poison you.

We tried to poison you,

because you're an insane,

degenerate piece of filth,

and you deserve to die.

[shouts]

[shouting]

[gagging]

[gunshot]
[screaming]

[coughing]

[screaming continues]

Who's the bitch now?

[groans]

[coughing]

[coughing continues]

[sobs]

Let him bleed.

[groans]

[coughing]

The keys!

Tuco.

Oh, my God.

[Walt]
The cousins?

[groaning]

[coughing]

[Jesse]
What the hell's going on?

[panting]

Jesse Pinkman.

You're a hard man
to find.

[Hank]
Aw, shit.

Easy.

[neck cracks]

[rhythmic thudding]

[clicks]

[thudding continues]

Oh, my God.

Oh, god.

Hank.

Huh?

Hank.

What?

Oh, my God.
What?

Oh, my God.
Stay-- What--

What are you doing?

[bell dinging]

[dinging continues]