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Are you okay?

You are a lifesaver.
-Yeah, man.

Yeah, we can't
thank you enough.

No, hey, mad...
Mad props.

I could have sworn
the guy said south.

But then all of a sudden
we're off the main road

then I'm trying to read the map
while I'm driving,

which is a bonehead maneuver.

And then all of a sudden, bam,
we're... We're in that ditch.

Yeah, bam. I'm like,
"What the hell?" You know?

Yes. Oh, yes, and my coffee
mug. Of coffee? My mug of coffee.

It spills all over my pants,
I mean... Just a nightmare.

There's your Sony GPS,
I mean, for real.

Let's just...

Like I said,
we couldn't be more grateful.

Can't we just
dump them here?

What,
and somebody finds them?

Then what?

People have seen us.

Hey, you're... You're
gonna flood it, man.

I'm not gonna flood it. She's
not going to flood, all right?

We're just gonna stay positive,
right?

We're gonna clean up
this mess. And you, start.

Goddamn it. See, you flooded it.

All right.

All right. You know what?
The RV is going to start now.

The RV is going to start
right now.

It's gonna start and we're gonna
drive it over to your house.

My house?
Yes. Your house.

We're gonna drive it over there and
park it overnight. And then tomorrow...

Uh-uh, man, not my house.

Shut up! Shut up!

After we finish
cleaning up this mess,

we will go our separate ways.

Our paths will never cross.

And we will tell this to no one.

Understood?

Oh, what, I can talk now?

Fine. That goes double for me.

Okay. Okay.

Be good to me.

Yes!

Yes. Okay. Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

Walt?

You coming out?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, absolutely.

We got looky-loos
in both directions, Dan.

Better plan on being late if
you're going in that direction.

This is Lisa in the Skycopter,

we'll have more Albuquerque
traffic on the hour.

Hey, um, you wanna hear
something funny?

We had a... A faculty
meeting last Thursday

and the topic was
senior-class photos

and how we had instituted
a new rule last year

that seniors are allowed
to have photos taken

by a photographer
of their choice.

You know, not necessarily
the photographer

that the school hires, right?
So...

Um, eh,

so anyway, uh,
some of the senior girls

were going to that, um,
Glamour Shots place

to have their photos taken.

And now they're bringing us
all these photos,

and Joan Everman...
You know Joan.

Suddenly has to go through
all these photos

and turn them down
because they show cleavage.

Did you get enough
pancakes, sweetie?

Yeah. I... I'm good.

Okay.

You know,
even the small-busted girls

have cleavage.

Apparently there's some new type

of brassiere or something.

The Wonderbra.

It's the Wonderbra.
Yeah?

Okay.

Hey, there.
You've reached Walt,

Skyler and Walter Jr.

We can't come to the phone right
now, so please leave us a message.

Hello, Mr. White.

This is AT&T calling.

Are you happy with your current
long-distance service?

Because if you're not, I would
definitely really, really love

to talk to you
as soon as possible about...

Hello? Hello? Hello, this
is Walter White speaking.

You said he was
practically dead, okay?

You said he would die
any minute.

Listen, uh,
I am having breakfast

with my family right now

and I... I really don't
appreciate these sales calls.

Well, too bad, man,
because guess what.

He's still not dead.

I went and put my ear to
the RV. I can hear him, like,

rolling around in there,
all right?

I... I... I think he's awake, man.

I think he's trying
to get loose.

Where the hell are you?
I'm freaking out over here.

Calm down, damn it.

Are you gonna help me
clean this up?

Huh? We got loose ends here.

Calm down.

I will be there after school.

Huh, after school.
Are you shitting me?

Ditch it, man. Call in sick.

Listen, uh, that is just
not gonna work for me.

I'm... I'm not interested
in that at all.

And, uh, I would appreciate it
if you don't call here anymore.

Damn. They're so annoying, those people.

You have a good day, sweetie.

Okay, Mom. You too.

Okay.
Bye, honey.

Drive safe.
Okay.

Yo, yo, yo,

1, 4, 8, 3 to the 3
to the 6 to the 9,

representing the ABQ.

What up, beyotch?
Leave it at the tone.

So the term "chiral"

derives from the Greek word
"hand."

Now, the concept here
being that

just as your left hand
and your right hand

are mirror images
of one another, right,

identical and yet opposite,

well, so, too,
organic compounds can exist

as mirror-image forms
of one another

all the way down
at the molecular level.

But although they may
look the same,

they don't always
behave the same.

For instance...

Uh, I'm sorry.
Uh, for instance, uh...

Thalidomide.

The... The right-handed isomer
of the drug thalidomide

is a perfectly fine,
good medicine

to give to a pregnant woman
to prevent morning sickness.

But make the mistake of giving
that same pregnant woman

the left-handed isomer
of the drug thalidomide

and her child will be born
with horrible birth defects.

Which is precisely
what happened in the 1950s.

So chiral, chirality,

mirrored images, right?

Active, inactive, good, bad.

Uh, so.

Yes, Ben.

Is this gonna be
on the murder?

What?

Is this gonna be
on the midterm?

Uh, chirality on the midterm?

No, no. Well, maybe.
Maybe. Yes, you know...

But prepare for it
to be on the midterm.

Can't hurt to know it, right?
So...

Knowledge is power.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no. No.

Not good.
Not good, not good.

What the...?

Hey. Hey. Hey, you.

Hey, listen, you.

No, no, no, no!

Oh, God.

Okay.

MILFs?

The hell is a MILF?

Now what?

Lock the other one
out in the RV.

He's, uh:

You're sure?
Yes.

You're positive?
Hey, you know what?

Feel free to go
check it yourself.

Hey, yeah, Good idea.
Maybe I should do that

before he, too, wanders off
down the damn street.

Okay, you know what?
I am sick...

Just... All right.
All right!

Just...

The one downstairs,
tell me about him.

Oh, come on. Anything.
Something.

Start with his name,
at least.

Krazy-8.

Krazy-8. What the hell
does that even mean?

I don't know, man, okay?

It means, like... Like,
Krazy-8, okay? I don't know.

So you work with him regularly.

No, not him so much.

His cousin, mainly.
Who's his cousin?

The... The guy out in the RV.

All right, all right,
all right.

Krazy-8's one level higher.

One level higher.

Yeah, you know.
Not, like, street level. Higher.

You know how there's, like,
a Starbucks on every corner?

Krazy-8 is like the dude
that sells Starbucks' beans.

Okay, so he's a distributor.

Okay, so is he?
I mean, is?

In other words, what is his
reputation for violence?

Well, um, he did try

to kill us both yesterday,
so there's that.

Look, what I'm trying to say

is that he's a distributor,
right?

He's a... He's a businessman.
He's a man of business.

It would therefore
seem to follow that he is

capable of acting out of
mutual self-interest, yes?

What?

Do you think he is capable
of listening to reason?

I mean, what...? What kind
of reason? You mean, like,

"Dear Krazy-8, hey, listen,
if I let you go,

you promise not to come back
and waste my entire family?

No Colombian neckties?"
You mean that kind of reason?

No, man, I can't say as I have
high fucking hopes

where that's concerned.

What was that?

What was what?
Shh!

Come!
What?

We didn't tie him up.

Why the hell
didn't we tie him up?

Oh, God.

Because he was out cold.

Yeah, but what...
What if he's faking it?

You know, like,
if it was me,

I'd be all faking
being knocked out, yo.

And then,
when the coast is clear,

I'd be up looking
for weapons and shit.

Ready to pounce.

Shh, shh, shh.

No, see. Now, if it was me

and I couldn't find
a decent enough weapon,

I would just lie back down
and bide my time.

So now what do we do?

You keep asking me that

like you think I have
some answer.

Well, you gotta
do something.

No, we.

We have got to do something,
and I am open to suggestions.

Man, uh, okay,
this whole thing was your deal.

Don't you dare put that on me.

You brought those guys
out there.

This is your responsibility.

Oh, like I came to you,
begging to cook meth.

"Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude
I know,

you wanna come cook crystal?"
Please.

I'd ask my diaper-wearing granny

but her wheelchair
wouldn't fit in the RV.

What about the, uh...
The... The... The phosphate gas?

The phosphine gas.
What about it?

Well, do... I mean, do you think
it still might kill him?

You know, with, like,
a delayed reaction or something?

I... I don't know.

You're supposed
to be a scientist.

Look, this isn't even
the issue

that demands
immediate attention.

We have got a body in that RV.

And it's getting warmer outside.

Understand?

And we have got to
do something about that soon.

And in a way that
no one will ever find it.

Now, that... That last part
is very, very important.

Therefore, it seems to me

that our best course of action

would be chemical
disincorporation.

Dissolving in strong acid.

Oh, man, that's messed up.

I mean, ahem,
you're not serious.

You serious?

Well, who's gonna do that?

And don't look at me.

I guess we'll both do it
together.

No, Mr. White, okay, I'm not...
I'm not good with dead bodies.

Look, we are in this
fifty-fifty. Okay?

I guess the only other fair way
to go about this would be

that one of us deals with
the body situation

while the other one of us deals
with the Krazy-8 situation.

In a scenario like this,
I don't suppose it is bad form

to just flip a coin.

Heads or tails?

No, I'll... I'll do the body
in the acid, okay?

Heads or tails?

Heads. Heads.

Best two out of three?

Yo, yo, yo, 1, 4, 8, 3 to the 3

to the 6 to the 9,
representing the ABQ.

What up, beyotch?
Leave it at the tone.

Hey, Mr. White, it's me.
-Pick up.

I got a container question.

Hello, Mr. White.
Pick up the phone, man.

Yes.
Yo, what kind of plastic, man?

Polyethylene.

Well, how the hell am I
supposed to know that?

Because I told you.

Look, just...

Look at the bottom
for a triangle

stamped LDPE.

It should be molded
right into the plastic.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, LDPE.
Right on, got it.

I don't know, man.
This feels kind of flimsy.

Any decent acid's
gonna eat right through this.

Not hydrofluoric.
Why not?

Look, you skipped,
clowned around

or otherwise jerked off through
every lecture I ever gave.

As far as I'm concerned,
your chemistry education is over.

Oh, okay, be a dick about it.
Jesus.

So, hey, have you, um?

Have you done the...?
The thing?

Yeah, I'm...

I'm working up to it.

You know what?

I bet he doesn't even wake up.

You know, not even if you took
him to the hospital right now.

Now, if it was me,

I would just try and think of it
like I was...

I was doing him a favor.

I need a check approval
on checkstand eight.

Approval on checkstand eight,
please. Thank you.

Yeah.

Who's there?

What, you fucking break in?
Show me who's there.

Yeah. I see you.

What you gonna do?

Hey.

Hey...!

Hey!

I need water.

Hey, hello.

Bring me some water,
would you?

Please.

You don't like the crust?

Where's my cousin Emilio?

He dead?

Oh, I'm a coward.

Hey, Mr. White.

Hey, Mr. White?

Oh, fuck.

Are you smoking weed?
Oh, my God.

Wait a minute, is that...?
Is that my weed?

What the hell, man?

Make yourself at home,
why don't you?

So, what'd you end up buying?

Nothing.

No store in town sells a plastic
bin big enough for a body.

I don't suppose
you could buy two bins?

And, uh, just:

Legs in one,
torso in the other?

Oh, God.

I don't suppose
you could kiss my ass?

So, uh,

how'd it...? How'd it go?

You didn't do it?

Not... Not yet.

Oh, God.

Oh, damn. I gotta go.
Hey, hey.

What? No, no, no.
Come back here.

Sorry. I'll do it tomorrow,
I promise.

Tomorrow?

I've got a doctor's appointment.
I gotta go.

Look, stay away from him.
He's awake.

Hey, man, we flipped a coin.

We flipped a coin!

We're... We're good?

We're very good.
We're excellent, I'd say.

Oh.

Oh, would you look
at that face?

Smile, peanut.

So who's up for knowing?

Oh...
Uh...

It's... It's...
Uh...

Yeah.

Girl.

Girl?

You sure?
-Pretty sure.

Wow.

Oh, God. Can I tell you,
that's exactly what I was hoping.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You remember you said that
when she's 16 and starts dating.

Looking fabulous.

Let me see if they're done
with the blood sugar,

then we'll get you out of here.
I'll be right back.

Who's Jesse Pinkman?

Jesse?

Jesse Pinkman.

He... He called
just this morning.

Walt, please don't deny it.

Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It... It says on his MyShout page
he attended Wynne.

What, was he one
of your students?

Yeah.

He was nobody.

Who...? Who is he to you?
Why...? Why is he calling?

What is this big secret

you seem to be discussing
with some druggie burnout?

You don't come home last night
until 2 in the morning.

You don't tell me
where you've been.

You spent the entire night
in the bathroom, Walt.

Tell me what's going on
with you.

Don't you think
you owe me that?

Who is this Jesse Pinkman
to you?

He sells me pot.

He sells you pot?

Marijuana, yeah.

Not a lot.
I mean, I don't know.

I kind of like it.

Are you out of your mind?

What...? What are you, like,
16 years old?

Your brother-in-law
is a DEA agent.

What...?
What is wrong with you?

Look, Skyler,

I just haven't
quite been myself lately.

Yeah. No shit.
Thanks for noticing.

I haven't been myself lately,

but I love you.

Nothing about that
has changed.

Nothing ever will.

So right now, what I need

is for you to climb down
out of my ass.

Can you do that?

Will you do that for me, honey?

Will you please, just once,

get off my ass?

You know.

I'd appreciate it.
I really would.

Stop.

Stop in... In 15 minutes.

Your face is too sharp.

Powder. Powder!

Take a powder, go on.

Nice. Beautiful talcum powder.

Lucky you, number eight.

Just meat, it's all just...
Just a bunch of meat.

Oh, Jesus.

You're cool,
you're cool.

You're all good, you're all...
You're all good. You know it.

It's fine.
It's just a bunch of meat.

Come on. You're good.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. You. Yes, you.

May I talk to you?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,
hey, hey, hey.

This is private property.

Just a minute.
I... I wanna talk to you.

No, no, not interested. Come on.
-Hey, don't touch me.

Do not touch me.

All right, all right, look, not
touching, okay? Not touching here.

Look, lady, whatever you're
selling, I ain't buying, yo.

Well, my name
is Skyler White, yo.

My husband
is Walter White, yo.

Uh-huh.

He told me everything.

Seriously?

That's right.

And just so you know,

my brother-in-law
is a DEA agent

and I will not hesitate
to call him.

Not if I have to.
Understood?

This is your one
and only warning.

Do not sell marijuana
to my husband.

Okay.
I mean it.

Don't call our house again.

You stay away from him, or
you will be one sorry individual.

You get me?

I... I, uh, think so, yeah.

Um, no more marijuana.
Mm-hm.

I can... I can dig it.

You can dig it. Wonderful.

Not that it's any
of my business,

but you might wanna consider
a different line of work.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go to your house,
you know.

Makes perfect sense.

Let's, uh...

Let's completely screw up
your house

so you never wanna spend
another night in it.

Sure. You know, why not?

Yeah, and how's about I send
over my psycho-bitch wife

to, uh, you know, break your
balls and threaten you?

God, that would be hilarious,
you know.

And then, you know,
the killer in the basement,

the one who's completely
my responsibility,

hell, let's just
let him live down there.

Just, I don't know, make sure
to feed him, like,

three times a day.

Sure, why not?
It's been really amazing.

Thank you so much
for the opportunity.

I always dreamt about,
I don't know, melting bodies.

You got a brother
in the goddamn DEA?

What?

You said you were just doing
some ride-along.

Yes or no, do you have a brother
in the DEA?

He's a brother-in-law.

Oh, well, there's a load
off my mind.

Where did you hear that?

Your freaking wife told me

when she was here
all up in my shit.

Yeah, that's right.

She almost caught me
moving Emilio.

Good job on wearing
the pants in the family.

And why'd you go and tell her
I was selling you weed?

Because somehow
it seemed preferable

to admitting that I cook
crystal meth and killed a man.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.
I smoked a bowl.

So what?
My house, my rules.

Hey, no, no.
Hey, don't give me that, okay?

I held up my end.

I already took care
of Emilio.

You're still diddling around
trying to get your nut up.

Yeah, well, boo-hoo.

I have the truly awful job here.

Oh, you wanna... You wanna talk
awful? You wanna go there?

Try dragging 200 pounds of stink
up a flight of stairs.

I barely got him in the bathtub.

Bathtub, what?
What do you mean, bathtub?

You know,
and that's another thing.

Why you got me
running around town

trying to find
some stupid piece of plastic

when I have a perfectly good tub
I can use?

Oh, God.

Hey. Hey.

I'm sorry, what were you
asking me? Oh, yes.

That stupid plastic container
I asked you to buy.

You see, hydrofluoric acid
won't eat through plastic.

It will, however, dissolve
metal, rock, glass, ceramic.

So there's that.

Here I go.