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Previously on Breaking Bad...

I can't help you get through this

if you wont tell me what it is that Walt did.

Two men are coming to kill you.
Come again.

Two men ambushed Hank.

There tattoos indicate an
affiliation with the drug cartel.

You knew my brother
when I was with the DEA.

I investigate everyone
I do business.

I am sleeping with my
boss and I don't know why.

What's up partner?

This is my replacement?

In the litlle village
where I was born,

life moved at a slower pace...

yet felt all the richer for
it.

There, my two uncles were known
far and wide

for their delicious cooking.

They seasoned their zesty
chicken

using only the freshest herbs
and spices.

People called them "Los Pollos
Hermanos"--

the Chicken Brothers.

Today, we carry on their
tradition

in a manner that would make
my uncleproud.

The finest ingredients are brought together
with loving care...

then slow-cooked to perfection.

Yes, the old ways
are still best

at Los Pollos Hermanos.

But don't take my word for it.

One taste and you'll know.

♪

♫ Breaking Bad 3x09 ♫
Kafkaesque
Original Air Date on May 16, 2010

-- sync, corrected by elderman --
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201.6.

Jesus, seriously.

Better over than under.

Over by a pound and a half.

I thought you were all,
like, precise.

Whatever. We'll just save
it out till next week.

No. We ship it as-is.

What are we, running a charity?

Come on, man,
we're gonna take it out.

Leave it.

One batch, one ship.

Stop complicating things.

Why are you purposely
giving him free meth?

These bitches are bleeding
us enough already.

You are paid extraordinarily well.

Why can't you just appreciate that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey.

Hey, I been crunching numbers,
all right?

Oh, you've been crunching numbers?

Yeah, I've been crunching numbers,

and I don't gotta be a
mathematician to figure out

that this deal you
made is bullshit.

We both earn--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...

a million and a half each.

Whoop-de-doo.

What's he getting?

Huh?

Say he's wholesaling

at 40 large a pound.

That's probably high.

High. Uh, what, for our stuff?

That's what I was getting.

All right, look,
say he's getting 40 a pound.

All right? 200 pounds a
week for three months.

And, like, what happens at
the end of the three months?

Look, what-- whatever.

200 pounds a week for three months.

That's 2400 pounds.

2400 times 40,000 is--

and I swear to God, I double-checked
this, like, 10 times--

96 million dollars.

96 million dollars.

All right? 96 million.

96 to our three.

That is messed up, yo.

That is so messed up.

Fairness-wise, I can't even--

Jesse, you are now a millionaire,

and you're complaining?

What world do you live in?

One where the dudes who are
actually doing all the work

ain't getting fisted.

What is going on with you lately?

What's happened to you?

Hang on, can't we just--

Hey, we got to hash this out.

Hey, what's more
important than money?

These things they
laughingly call pillows,

I would not give them
to prison inmates.

You want me to go ask for another?

No. Just remind me to
bring his from home.

They're not moving his legs enough.

Hey, everybody.

Oh...

Hi, Marie.

Is it okay if--

if I visit?

Yeah.

His color looks good.

Gomie, is that you?

Hey, buddy. Yeah, it's me.

That's you, Gomie?

Yeah, Hank. I'm right here.

Come here. Closer.

What is it?

Closer.

Asshole.

Man, he got you good.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm glad to see you still have
your twisted sense of humor.

Hey, check this out.

I got something that'll
make you feel better.

I've been keeping an eye
on that blue meth of yours.

Six, seven weeks, nothing.

Then all of a sudden, boom.

It's popping up everywhere.

Look at the new locations.

Texas, Nevada,

up in Farmington.

Even right here in town.

A teener here and there, you know,

strictly street-level amounts.

Man, it's crazy.

How exactly is that supposed
to make me feel better?

Beuse you were right.

You're the only one
that saw this coming.

Well, three cheers for me.

This thing doesn't
do a damned thing.

Hank, it's probably
still on lock-out.

It's been an hour, right?

I'm hurting here.
I could use some meds.

Okay. I'll go find somebody.

Hey, no more shop talk.

Sorry.

I didn't see it coming.

What?

Damn right you did.

No, I didn't see shit.

Day late and a dollar short,
as usual.

The only reason I'm...

even breathing...

is I got a warning call.

A warning call? What do you mean?

One minute before they attacked me,

somebody called my cell
and told me to expect it.

A voice scrambler.
It could have been anybody.

Marie's got my phone somewhere,

if you want to run the incoming.

Not that you're going to
learn anything worth knowing.

I don't get it. Cartel hit?

Who would have called to warn you?

I don't know.

Aw, Jesus.

Come on already.

Hang on.

Skyler, I had nothing to do--

Are we safe?

Yes.

Are you safe?

Absolutely.

Jesse?

Jesse?

What about you?

Face looks better.

How's it all going?
Anything you want to tell us about?

What, like my interesting life?

One day pretty much
bleeds into the next.

Been working a lot. I got a job.

Job is good.

It's in a Laundromat.

It's totally corporate.

Corporate Laundromat.

It's, like, rigid.
All kinds of red tape.

My boss is a dick.
The owner? Super dick.

I'm not worthy or
whatever to meet him,

but I guess everybody's
scared of the dude.

The place is full of
dead-eyed douche-bags,

the hours suck,

and nobody knows what's going on,

so...

Sounds kind of Kafkaesque.

Yeah.

Totally Kafkaesque.

Majorly.

Ooh, from the U.S.
attorney in Santa Fe.

Very nice.

We've got all these nice
tulips and baby's breath.

This is chrysanthemum.
That looks like chrysanthemum.

Look at these Hank.
Aren't they beautiful?

Beautiful.

Wow, look at the
size of this basket.

It's got so many goodies in it.

Look, chocolate-covered pretzels

and cheese sticks

and some some fancy
designer olives.

You had me at cheese sticks.

Mmm, you're going to have
to fight me for those, Hank.

"Get well, and best
wishes from Ted Beneke

and all the folks at
Beneke Fabricators."

Wow, he gives you all this
time off, and now this?

Get me a job there.

I know. He's great.

Boss hall of fame.

I don't see anything
here from Kleinman.

They're going to have
to get on the stick.

How's everybody doing today?

Good. We're good.

How are you?

I'm very good.

Hi, Hank.

Just going to do a quick
peripheral response, all right?

See where we're at.

Moment of truth, huh?

Yeah. I wouldn't call it that.

All right, let's just
take a look here.

All right.

All right, I want you to
tell me if you can feel this.

All right.

How about this?

Okay.

How about now?

Do that one again, would you?

Right there?

Yeah, yeah, I feel it. A tingle.

Okay, on a scale of one to ten,

ten being your normal
level of feeling

and one bein no feeling at all.

Oh, I don't know.

A four?

Okay, four. Okay.

And how about there?

Yeah. Um, a six.

Okay, good.

And here?

Yeah, still there. A little less.

A three. Okay.

All right, good.

Thank you very much, Hank.
Good, good.

So this is good news, right?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

It looks like some nerve
function is returning.

Oh, thank God.

All right, so when do we
get him walking again?

Marie, it's important that
we manage our expectations.

We're talking about
months of very hard work,

and even then the odds,
they're not great.

But you can't know for sure.

No.

When does he start
physical therapy?

We've sent the paperwork to your insurance.
It's high priority.

We should have pre-authorization
the next few days.

Certainly by early next week.

Next week?

No, that's not going to do it.

I've looked into this.

The sooner physical therapy begins,

the better his chances are.

He needs daily sessions.

Isn't that right?

Well-- Actually,

your plan's treatment program

covers four sessions a week.

Actually, she asked the doctor.

Plan-wise, four sessions
a week is fairly typical.

And the therapists in your
network are mostly fine.

Mostly fine? Okay.
There's a ringing endorsement.

Look, if Hank had
more physical therapy,

with better therapists,

wouldn't it be more
likely he would walk?

It's very hard to say, Marie.

Is the health plan's way
medically justifiable? Sure.

Is it absolutely optimal?

Yo5 know, screw it.

I'm going to make sure
he gets what he needs,

and they can just
reimburse me later.

Mrs. Schrader, I get your
frustration. Really, I do.

But my best advice is
stay in the network.

Don't go out of pocket.

Physical therapy is
just the beginning.

We're talking nursing care,
modifications to your home,

occupational therapy,
medical equipment.

It could run into the hundreds
of thousands of dollars.

So what?

We're just supposed to
compromise on his care?

Well, if you don't follow the
insurance company's procedures,

they may never pay you back.

I've seen patients and
their families go bankrupt,

waiting to be reimbursed.

Who is the best physical
therapist that you know?

I can give you some names.

But they're not likely
to be on your plan.

To hell with the plan.

Yeah, there he is.

Finally. I went ahead
and started without you.

Ladies, this is Jesse-san.
He's in for the full treatment.

Kick off your shoes.
Lay back. Exfoliate.

Maybe later.

So, where's the maestro?

Out parking the mini-van?

What do I look like, his shadow?

Who cares where he's at?

What am I doing here?

Well, I was going to
have you two flip a coin,

but since the genius
can't be bothered,

today's your lucky day.

Look around, kiddo. It's all yours.

What? This?

Yeah. You are now the owner
of this fine establishment.

For free?

Free? Ladies, cover your ears.

No, not free.

Look, hey, this is a squeaky-clean,

highly profitable-
at least potentially--

local institution,

looked upon with favor by
the Chamber of Commerce.

Better Business Bureau.

At $312,000, it's a steal.

312,000?

Don't you get it?

On the outside,
it's a nail salon, right?

On the inside, it's the best money
laundry a growing boy could ask for.

Wait, wait.

Wait.

Ladies, thank you.
Thank you. Good job.

Come back here.

Sit. Come on.

Humor me here for a second.

Now, you know you need to
launder your money, right?

Do you understand the basics of it?

Placement, layering, integration?

I ain't buying no damn nail salon,
so just forget it.

You want to stay out of jail,
don't you?

You want to keep your
money and your freedom.

Because I got three
little letters for you.

IRS.

If they can get Capone,
they can get you.

Hey, look. Here's you, right?

Pink, Pinkman. Get it?

Okay, here's your cash.

You're out on the town.
You're partying hearty.

You're knocking boots
with the chickie babes.

Oh, who's this? It's the tax man.

And he's looking at you.

What does he see?

He sees a young fellow with a big,
fancy house,

unlimited cash supply, and no job.

Now what is the conclusion
the tax man makes?

I'm a drug dealer.

Wrong.

Million times worse.

You're a tax cheat.

What do they do?
They take every penny,

and you go in the can
for felony tax evasion.

Ouch. What was your mistake?

You didn't launder your money.

Now, you give me your money.

That's called placement.

Hand me that little thinGod bin.

This is the nail salon, right?

I take your dirty money

and I slip it into the salon's nice,
clean cash flow.

That's called layering.

Final step, integration.

The revenues from the
salon go to the owner.

That's you. Your filthy drug
money has been transformed

into nice, clean, taxable income,

brought to you by a savvy
investment in a thriving business.

So you want me to buy this
place so I can pay taxes.

I'm a criminal, yo.

Yeah, and if you want
to stay a criminal

and not become, say, a convict,

then maybe you should grow
up and listen to your lawyer.

Right, so you can get your 5%.

No, that's 17%.

I heard you say 5.

You said it right in front of me.

Yeah. That was for your partner.

It's privileges of
seniority and all.

But for you, it's the usual.
17%, and that's a bargain.

Hey, what, you-- Hey, listen to--

Come on, I'm talking to you
about your future here.

Listen to reason.

How is your brother-in-law?

He'll live.

Good. I'm glad.

Walter, you seem troubled.

How can I help you?

I asked to see you in order to...

clear the air.

There are some issues

that could cause a
misunderstanding between us,

and I think it's in
our best interest

to lay the cards on the table.

That's the best way to do business.

My brother-in-law,

moments before he was attacked--

someone called to warn him.

I believe that same
person was protecting me.

Those two men, the assassins--

I believe I was their prime target,

but that somehow they
were steered away from me

to my brother-in-law.

Because of this intervention,

I am alive.

And yet I think that this person

was playing a much deeper game.

He made that phone call
because he wanted a shootout,

not a silent assassination.

In one stroke

he bloodied both sides,

set the American and
Mexican governments

against the cartel,

and cut off the supply
of methamphetamine

to the Southwest.

If this man had his
own source of product

on this side of the border...

he would have the
market to himself.

The rewards would be...

enormous.

We're both adults.

I can't pretend I don't
know that person is you.

I want there to be no confusion.

I know I owe you my life.

And more than that,

I respect the strategy.

In your position,

I wouldn't done the same.

One issue which troubles me--

I don't know what happens

when our three-month contract ends.

What would you like to happen?

You know why I do this.

I want security for my family.

Then you have it.

Three million for three month.

That was our agreement.

Extended annually,

twelve million a year.

Call it fifteen.

Open-ended.

Would that be agreeable?

Part of the reason we talk about
what gets us riled up,

in our daily lives

is to help each other put a finger

on what our relapse
triggers might be,

head off our disease
before it comes back.

So... anyone?

Free license to bitch and moan.

How often do you get that?

Jesse, last time you
seemed pretty down

about your job at the Laundromat.

Let me ask you something.

If you had the chance to
do anything you wanted,

what would you do?

Make more green, man, a lot more.

Forget about money.
Assume you have all you want.

Um...

I don't know.

I guess I would make something.

Like what?

Not that it even matters, but...

work with my hands, I guess.

Building things, like...

carpentry or brick
laying or something?

I took this vo-tech
class in high school,

wood working.

because it was just a big Jesus--,

but this one time
I had this teacher

name of, uh...

Mr. Pike.

I guess he was, like, a Marine
or something before he got old.

He was hard of hearing.

My project for his class

was to make this wooden box,

you know, like a small--

just like a-- like a box,

you know, to put stuff in.

So I wanted to get the thing
done just as fast as possible.

I figured I could cut classes
for the rest of the semester,

and he couldn't flunk me

as long as I, you know,
made the thing.

So I finished it in a couple days.

It looked pretty lame,

but it worked,

you know, for putting
stuff in or whatnot.

So when I showed it to Mr. Pike

for my grade,

he looked at it and said,

"Is that the best you can do?"

At first I thought to myself,

"Hell, yeah, bitch.

"Now give me a D and shut up

so I can go blaze
one with my boys."

I don't know.

Maybe it was the way
he said it, but...

it was, like, he w--

he wasn't exactly saying it sucked.

He was just asking me honestly,

"Is that all you got?"

And for some reason
I thought to myself,

"Yeah, man, I can do better,"

so I started from scratch.

I made another,

then another,

and by the end of the semester,

by, like, box number five,

I had built this thing.

You should've seen it.

It was insane.

I mean, I built it out
of Peruvian Walnut

with inlaid Zebrawood.

It was fitted with pegs, no screws.

I sanded it for days until
it was smooth as glass.

Then I rubbed all the wood

with tung oil so it
was rich and dark.

It even smelled good.

You know, you put nose in it

and breathed in,

it was--

It was perfect.

What happened to the box?

I, um--

I gave it to my mom.

Nice.

You know what I'm going
to say, don't you?

It's never too late.

They have art co-ops
that offer classes,

adult extension program
at the university.

You know, I didn't
give the box to my mom.

I traded it for an ounce of weed.

He's a hero. You don't
deny coverage to a hero.

They'll say they're
not denying coverage.

No, no, I'm agreeing with you,

but I went through
all this with Walt.

You'll burn through your savings,
and then what?

Well, you two managed, right?

You said yourself

that Elliot and Gretchen's
money didn't cover everything.

Jesus, I've got to get back.

What? No.

No, no, no, you should rest.

Look, why don't you go
in and take a long bath

I put some fresh sheets on the bed.

I want to be there
in case he wakes up.

With all they're giving him,
he'll sleep till morning.

Hey, Sky.

Hey.

Wha-- What are you doing here?

Well, I just thought I'd stop by

to see how you're holding up.

Is this a bad time, or...

Um-- Hi.

Hi.

Uh, Marie, this is Ted, my boss.

Oh, you're Ted.

I've heard so much about you.

Thank you for your gift basket.

That was really thoughtful.

It was. It was really nice.
Thank you, Ted.

Cheese sticks. Cheese sticks.

Well, you're welcome.

You know, we care
about Skyler so much

that naturally that extends
to the whole family.

Are you coming in?

Oh, yeah, you should.

I'm sorry.

Come on in, Ted. Thanks. Okay.

We were just having some wine.
Would you like a glass?

No. No, thanks.

I'm just on my way home.

I just thought I'd--

You know, I--

I am really beat. I think
I'm going to take that bath.

It was nice to meet you, Ted,

and thank you again.

Nice to meet you, too, Marie.

Please give my best
wishes to your husband.

I will.

Thanks for stopping by,

but it's actually not a--

not the best time for a visit, so--

Can we just talk for a minute?

I know you need to
be with your family,

but I haven't heard
from you in days

I left messages-- I'm so sorry.

You gave me all that time off,
and I really should've--

That's not my point.

I-- I care about you. That's all.

Ted, I--

It's just this whole
thing with Hank

has been one non-stop horror show,

you know, so...

Well, I-- I just want you to know

that I'm here for you.

Thank you.

Um, but I really do need you to...

Okay. Okay?

Skyler, I've got to say
your sister seeing me here--

I mean--

So what?

I'm divorced.
You're divorced. So what?

Okay, let's talk about
it later, Ted, okay?

Is there some reasonfor sec?

Because-- Later. Ted, not now.

Skyler, just tell me--

You really want to do this now?

Are you really going to
make me do this right now?

Wow.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm-- Bad idea to come here.

Ted, I'm--

I'll see you in a day or two.

Back at the office.

Take as much time as you want.

I can't believe you
had to crush the RV.

Must've been, like...

depressing.

For real. That's a stone loss.

No one misses it more than me.

Free to cook anytime, anywhere.

No quotas, no one to answer to.

What's the point of being an outlaw

when you've got responsibilities?

Darth Vader had responsibilities.

He was responsible
for the Death Star.

True that. Two of them bitches.

Just saying. Devil's advocate.

I've got to pay taxes now?
What the hell's up with that?

That's messed up, yo.
That's Kafkaesque.

Church. Right.

Let's kick it back into gear.

Let's start slinging again.

Boo-yah!

Shh.

Let's dot.

Life's too short.
That's what I say.

Hell, yeah, bitches.
We don't need no RV.

Alls we need is a bicycle,

some Drano, soda bottles,

Nah, nah, nah, no shake 'n bake.

Where's your self-respect? Come on.

Yo, maybe it ain't top shelf,

but we could at least move it.

Still kind of dry out there.

Let's-- It'll sell on the street.

Who says we sell on the street?

Maybe I know a whole new market.

Maybe alls we need is the meth.

What's the yield?

Hey.

The yield. Come on.

Uh... 201.8.

I see a couple new faces.

Anybody want to
introduce themselves?

Don't all speak at once.

Yeah.

So my name's Brandon.

Okay, Brandon.

You want to tell us
something about yourself?

Well, why I'm here--

it's just one thing.

It's meth.

It's bad.

Thought I had it kicked a
couple times, you know,

but then... Jesus.

This new version of it
hit the streets and...

wow.

Not that blue stuff.

Oh, sorry, I didn't raise my hand.

No, go ahead. This is what we do.

Yeah, exactly, the blue stuff.

You had it, to

Yeah, bro.

I wish I never even heard of it.

It was like lighting
my whole head on fire.

Yeah, stuff will burn you down.

Only reason I have a hope in hell

is because it's long gone.

That's the shame of it.

Nah, come on, man.
Don't tell me that.

I hear it's back in town.

Stay strong, brother. Stay strong.

It's gonna be okay.

I swear to God, I'll do it.
I will go to the press.

I will go to 48 Hours.
I will go to Nightline.

I don't even know if there is a
Nightline anymore. It doesn't matter.

They will all take it,
and they will run with it

because he is a hero,

and he is not going to
be in a wheelchair at 43.

Jesus.

Marie, I know Skyler's
already told you this,

but if there's every
anything that you need,

anything at all...

It's good to have you here.

Both of you.

I just wish there was...

something more that we could do.

Walt?

We can always pay their bills.

Please, it's tens of
thousands of dollars.

We have the money,
more than enough.

Walt earned it. Skyler.

I think Marie should
know the truth.

Skyler, I really don't
think this is a good idea.

I think that-
He earned it gambling.

Walt and I, uh--

We've had our problems lately.
You know that.

And, uh...

what it all came down to

really was... money.

Pure and simple.

When Walt was diagnosed, it, um--

It changed him.

Looking back, I don't think
I ever really understood

what it was that he
was going through.

It was more than facing death.

It was knowing that he was
going to leave behind...

nothing.

And so that's how this all started.

For better or worse,

he wanted to provide, and so...

he paid his medical bills
the only way he knew how.

I thought that Elliot and
Gretchen paid for your treatment.

Yeah, I thought so, too,

but the truth is he never
took their money, not a dime.

He was too proud to take

what he considered to be charity.

Isn't that right?

So he put his mindo it and--

Well, you know how Walt is.

He's-- He's a problem solver,

and he read books,

and he did a whole
bunch of research,

and he came up with...

this system.

A system?

A system for counting
cards in Blackjack.

W-What do you mean, like Rain Man?

Well, I don't pretend to understand,
you know, all the details,

but he was convinced

that if you put
enough money into it,

he'd have a, um, uh--

God, what is it?

A statistical edge?

Yes, statistical--

So-- right....um, yeah.

So he-- Every spare minute,

Walt was at some
card table somewhere,

and at first he
went to the casinos,

but then he realized that--

...but then he realized

that the casinos report
your winnings to the IRS,

and if it gets reported,

your family might find out,

and if you do not want
your family to find out,

then you find another
place to gamble,

like an illegal, backroom game.

You remember all those long
walks that Walt used to take,

all that time he used
to spend away from home?

I guess for a couple
months there you were...

sort of leading a double life,
weren't you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, your--

your fugue state,
was that some sort of cover?

No. No.

He did not fake that, Marie.

The night that Walt disappeared...

he los$14,000.

It was his pension fund,

our savings,

basically every last dime
we had to our name, gone.

He couldn't live with it.

He was suicidal.

But you have to try to understand

that as soon as he got
out of the hospital,

he went right back to gambling.

I mean, that's how deep this went.

How could you

do that to her, Walt?

I, um--

Anyway, this system of his...

he finally got it to work.

So all this is to say

we have the money.

No more gambling.

But we have the money.

How... much money?

Walt?

Uh--

Well, uh--

It's in the seven figures.

Oh, God. Holy Mary, Mother of God.

What can I say?

I did very well.

Marie...

you will take our money.

Use it to take care of Hank.

Please.

Marie, let us help.

Does Walt, Jr. know about this?

Absolutely not,

and I need to keep it th way,

and Hank-- okay--

Hank's got enough on
his mind right now,

so can we just please keep this
between us? Yeah. Yeah, I--

Yeah, I--

I just-- I need to--

Yeah, okay.

We'll talk about it later.

How did you come up with that?

I mean, where--

where did you possibly--

I learned from the best.

Somehow something tells me

that Hank is here because of you.

And I'm not forgetting that.

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