man: in the little 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 uncles proud. 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. [♪♪♪]
[whirring] jesse:two-oh-one-point-six. jesus, seriously. better over than under. over by a pound and a half. i thought you were all,like, precise. whatever. we'll justsave it out till next week. 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 purposelygiving him free meth? these bitches are bleedingus enough already. you are paidextraordinarily well. why can't you justappreciate that? yeah. hey, i beencrunching numbers. you've been crunching numbers?
yeah. and i don't gotta bea mathematician to figure out that this deal you madeis bullshit. we both earn-- yeah, yeah, yeah, i know. a million and a half each.whoop-dee-doo. what's he getting, huh? say he's wholesalingat 40 large a pound. that's probably high.
high. 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 weekfor three months. and, like, what happensat the end of the three months? look, whatever. two hundred pounds a weekfor three months. that's 2400 pounds. twenty-four hundredtimes 40,000 is-- and i swear to god,i double-checked this
like 10 times. ninety-six million dollars. all right? ninety-six million. ninety-six to our three. that is messed up, yo. that is so messed up. fairness-wise,i can't even--jesse. you are now a millionaireand you're complaining? what world do you live in?
one where the dudes who areactually doing all the work ain't getting fisted. what is goingon with you lately? what's happened to you? hang on, can't we just--? hey,we gotta hash this out. hey, what's more importantthan money? [door slams] [whispering]these things theylaughingly call pillows,
i would not give themto prison inmates. you want meto go ask for another? no, just remind meto bring his from home. they're notmoving his legs enough. [knocking] man:hey, everybody. hi, marie. is it okay if i visit? his color looks good.
[faintly]gomey, is that you? buddy, yeah, it's me. that's you, gomey? yeah, hank.i'm right here. come here. closer. what is it? closer. asshole. [laughs]
man, he got you good. yeah, yeah. i'm glad to see you still haveyour twisted sense of humor. [laughs, then coughs] god. hey, check this out. i got somethingthat'll make you feel better. been keeping an eyeon 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 supposedto make me feel better? because you were right. you're the only one thatsaw this coming.
well, three cheers for me. [clicking] [groaning] this thing doesn't doa damn thing. hank, it's probablystill on lock-out. it's been an hour, right? i'm hurting here.i could use some meds. i'll go find somebody. [grunts]
hey, no more shop talk. sorry. i didn't see it coming. gomez:what? damn right, you did. no, i didn't see shit. day late and dollar short,as usual. the only reasoni'm even breathing is i got a warning call. skyler:a warning call?what do you mean?
one minutebefore they attacked me, somebody called my celland told me to expect it. a voice scrambler.could have been anybody. marie's got my phone somewhere,if you want to run the incoming. not that you're gonna learnanything worth knowing. gomez:i don't get it. cartel hit? who would havecalled to warn you? hank:i don't know. oh, jesus.
come on already. okay. [softly]damn. [gomez sighs] skyler, i had nothing to do-- are we safe? yes. are you safe? absolutely.
group leader:jesse? jesse? what about you? face looks better. how's it all going? anything you wannatell us about? what,like my interesting life? uh, one day pretty muchbleeds into the next. been working a lot.
got a job. group leader: job is good. it's, um, 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 to meet him, but i guess everybody'sscared of the dude.
the place is fullof dead-eyed douche bags, the hours suck and nobody knowswhat's going on, so... sounds kind of kafkaesque. totally kafkaesque. majorly. ooh. from the u.s. attorneyin santa fe. very nice. [chuckles] you've got all these nice tulipsand baby's breath.
oh, and this is chrysanthemum.that looks like chrysanthemum. skyler: yeah. marie: look at these. aren't they beautiful? beautiful. wow, look at the sizeof this basket. it's got so many goodies in it. look, chocolate-covered pretzelsand cheese sticks and some fancy designer olives.
you had me at cheese sticks. mm, you're gonna have tofight me for those, hank. "get well and best wishesfrom ted beneke and all the folksat beneke fabricators." wow, he gives you allthis time off and now this. get me a job there. i know. he's great. boss hall of fame. i don't seeanything here from kleinman. they're gonna haveto get on the stick.
how's everybody doing today? marie:good. we're good. how are you? i'm very good. hi, hank. just gonna do a quickperipheral response, all right? see where we're at. moment of truth? yeah,i wouldn't call it that. all right, let's justtake a look here.
all right. all right, now i want youto tell me if you can feel this. how about this? how about now? do that one again, would you? right there? yeah, yeah, i feel a tingle. on a scale of one to ten, ten being your normallevel of feeling
and one being no feeling at all. oh, i don't know. four? okay, four. okay. and how about there? yeah. um, a six. okay, good. and, um, here. yeah, still there.a little less.
a three. all right, good. thank you very much,hank. did good. s-so this is good news,right? oh, yeah,definitely. gosh. it looks like some nervefunction is returning. oh, thank god. all right, so when do we gethim walking again?
marie, it's importantthat we manage our expectations. we're talking about monthsof very hard work. and even then, the odds,they're not great. but you can't knowfor sure. no. when does he startphysical therapy? we've sent the paperworkto your insurance. it's high-priority. we should have pre-authorizationin the next few days.
certainly by early next week. marie:next week? no, that's not gonna do it. i've looked into this. and the sooner physicaltherapy begins, the better his chances are. he needs daily sessions.isn't that right? well--actually, your plan's treatment programcovers four sessions a week.
actually,she asked the doctor. um, plan-wise, four treatmentsa week is fairly typical. and the therapists inyour network are mostly fine. mostly fine. okay, well,there's a ringing endorsement. look, if hank hadmore physical therapy with better therapists, wouldn't it be morelikely he would walk? it's very hard to say,marie. is the health plan's waymedically justifiable? sure.
is it absolutely optimal? you know, screw it. i'm gonna make surehe gets what he needs. they can reimburse me. mrs. schrader, i getyour frustration. really, i do. but my best adviceis stay in the network. don't go out of pocket. physical therapyis just the beginning. we're talking nursing care,modifications to your home,
occupational therapy,medical equipment. it could run into the hundredsof thousands of dollars. so what? we're just supposedto compromise on his care? well, if you don't follow the insurance company'sprocedures, they may never pay you back. i've seen patientsand their families go bankrupt waiting to be reimbursed.
who is the best physicaltherapist that you know? i can give you some names. but they're not likelyto be on your plan. to hell with the plan. [soft music playingover speakers] [bell rings] eh, there he is. finally. i went aheadand started without you. ladies, this is jesse-san.he's in for the full treatment.
hey, kick off your shoes.lay back. exfoliate. maybe later. where's the maestro,out parking the minivan? do i look like his shadow? who cares where he's at?what am i doing here? well, i was gonna haveyou two flip a coin. but since the geniuscan't be bothered, today's your lucky day.
look around, kiddo.it's all yours. what? this? you are now the ownerof this fine establishment. for free? free? oh, ladies, cover your ears.no, not free. look, hey,this is a squeaky-clean, highly profitable-- at leastpotentially.
--local institution looked upon with favorby the chamber of commerce, better business bureau.at $312,000, it's a steal. three hundredand twelve thousand? 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. hey.
ladies, thank you.good job. come back here. sit. come on, come on. humor me here for a second. now, you know you needto launder your money, right? do you understandthe basics of it, placement, layering,integration? i ain't buying no damn nailsalon, so just forget it. don't you wantto stay out of jail? i mean, you wanna keepyour money and your freedom.
because i got three littleletters 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.yeah, you're partying hearty. you're knocking bootswith the chicky babes. oh, who's this? it's the tax man.and he's looking at you. now, what does he see?
he sees a young fellowwith a big fancy house, unlimited cash supplyand no job. now, what is the conclusionthe tax man makes? i'm a drug dealer. enhh. wrong. million times worse.you're a tax cheat. what do they do?they take every penny, and you go in the canfor felony tax evasion. ouch! what was your mistake?
you didn't launderyour money. now, you give meyour money, okay? that's called placement. hand me that little thing--bin. this is the nail salon, right? i take your dirty money and i slip it into the salon'snice clean cash flow. that's called layering. final step, integration.
the revenues from the salongo to the owner. that's you. your filthy drug moneyhas been transformed into nice, clean,taxable income, brought to youby a savvy investment in a thriving business. so you want me to buy this placeso i can pay taxes. i'm a criminal, yo. yeah, and if you wannastay a criminal and not become, say, a convict,
maybe you should grow upand listen to your lawyer. right, so you canget your 5 percent. no, that's 17 percent. i heard you say 5. you saidit right in front of me. yeah, that was for your partner. it's privilegesof seniority and all. but for you,it's the usual, 17 percentand that's a bargain. hey, what? you-- hey, listen--
come on, i'm talking to youabout your future here. listen to reason. gus: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 youin order to clear the air.
there are some issues that could cause a misunderstanding between us, and i think it'sin our best interests to just lay the cardson the table. that's the best wayto do business. my brother-in-law,moments before he was attacked, someone called to warn him. i believe that same personwas protecting me.
those two men, the assassins, i believe i wastheir 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 callbecause he wanted a shootout, not a silent assassination. in one stroke, he bloodied both sides, set the americanand mexican governments against the cartel and cut off the supply of methamphetamineto the southwest. if this man hadhis own source of product
on this side of the border, he would havethe market to himself. the rewards would be enormous. we're both adults. i can't pretend i don't knowthat person is you. i want there to beno confusion. i know i owe you my life. and more than that, i respect the strategy.
in your position, i would have done the same. one issue which troubles me... i don't know what happens when our three-monthcontract ends. what would you liketo happen? you know why i do this. i want security for my family. then you have it.
three million for three months.that was our agreement. extended annually,12 million a year. call it 15. open-ended. would that be agreeable? hm. [horn honking] [tires screeching] group leader:part of the reason we talk about what gets us riledup in our daily lives
is to help each otherput a finger on what our relapsetriggers might be, head off our diseasebefore it comes back. so, anyone? free license to bitch and moan.how often do you get that? jesse, last time,you seemed down about your jobat the laundromat. let me ask 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. jesse:um... i don't know. i guess i would make something. group leader:like what? i don't know if it even matters,but, uh... work with my hands, i guess.
building things, like carpentry or bricklaying or something? i took this vo-tech classin high school, woodworking. i took a lot of vo-tech classes, because it was justa big jerk-off. but this one time,i had this teacher by the name of, uh, mr., uh, mr. pike. i guess he was like a marineor something before he got old.
he was hard of hearing. my, uh--my project for his class was to make this wooden box. you know, like a small, um-- just like a-- like a box,you know, to put stuff in. so i wanted to get the thingdone as fast as possible. i figured i could cut classesfor the rest of the semester and he couldn't flunk me as long as i, you know,made the thing.
so i finished itin a couple days. and it looked pretty lame,but it worked, you know, for putting stuffin or whatnot. so when i showedit 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 blazeone with my boys." [people chuckling] i don't know. maybe it wasthe way he said it, but... it was like he wasn't exactlysaying it sucked. he was just asking me honestly,"is-- is that all you got?" and for some reason,i thought to myself: "yeah, man, i--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 have seen it.it was insane. i mean, i built itout of peruvian walnut with inlaid zebrawood. it was fitted with pegs,no screws. i sanded it for daysuntil it was smooth as glass. then i rubbedall the wood with tung oil
so it was rich and dark. it even smelled good. you know, you put nosein 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 gonna say,don't you? it's never too late.
they have art co-opsthat offer classes, adult extension programat the university. you know, i didn't givethe box to my mom. i traded itfor an ounce of weed. he's a hero. you don't denycoverage to a hero. they'll say they'renot denying coverage. no, no, i'm agreeing with you. but i went throughall this with walt. you'll burn throughyour savings, and then what?
well, you two managed,right? you said yourself that elliot and gretchen's moneydidn't cover everything. jesus, i gotta get back. what? no. no, no, no, you should rest. look, why don't you goin and take a long bath? i put some freshsheets on the bed. i wanna be therein case he wakes up.
with all they're giving him,he'll sleep till morning. [doorbell rings] hey, sky. hey. what are you doing here? thought i'd stop by to see how you're holding up.is this a bad time? 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 nice. thank you. cheese sticks. you're welcome.we care about skyler so much, that naturally that extendsto the whole family. are you coming in?
oh, yeah, you should. i'm sorry. come on in, ted. thanks. okay. we were 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 am really beat. i think i'm gonnatake that bath.okay. it was nice to meet you, ted,and thank you again.
nice to meet you too, marie. give my best wishesto your husband. i will. thanks for stopping by, but it's actually not the besttime for a visit, so... can we just talk for a minute? i know you need to bewith your family, but i haven't heardfrom you in days and i left messages--
i'm so sorry. you gave me all that time offand i really should've-- that's not my point.i care about you. that's all. ted, i-- it's justthis whole thing with hank has been one nonstop horrorshow, you know, so... well, i just want you to knowthat i'm here for you. thank you. um, but i really doneed you to... okay?
skyler, i gotta say,your sister seeing me here, i mean, so what? i'm divorced.you're divorced. so what? okay, let's talk aboutit later, ted, okay? is there some reasonfor secrecy? later. not now. skyler, just tell me-- you really wanna do this now? are you gonna makeme do this right now?
well... yeah, you're right. bad idea to come here. ted, i'm-- i'll see you in a day or two. back at the office. take as much timeas you want. badger:i can't believeyou had to crush the rv. must've been depressing.
pete:for real. that's a stone loss. jesse:no one misses it more than me. free to cook anytime, anywhere. no quotas, no one to answer to. what's the pointof being an outlaw when you gotresponsibilities? darth vader hadresponsibilities. he was responsiblefor the death star. true that.two of them bitches.
just saying.devil's advocate. i gotta pay taxes?what's up with that? that's messed up.that's kafkaesque. church. right. let's kick it backinto gear. all right? let's start slinging again. boo-yah! shh.
let's do it.life's too short, i say. hells yeah, bitches. wedon't need no rv. all we need is a bicycle,some drano, soda bottles. no, no. no shake-and-bake. where's yourself-respect? come on. ain't top-shelf, but we couldat least move it. still kind of dry out there.it'll sell on the street. and who says we sellon the street? maybe i know a whole new market.
maybe all we need is the meth. [breathes] [scale beeps] [rod taylor's "mr. money man"playing over headphones] what's the yield? the yield. come on. uh, two-oh-one-point-eight. group leader:i see a couple new faces. anybody wanna introducethemselves?
don't all speak at once. so my name's brandon. okay, brandon. you wanna tell ussomething about yourself? well, why i'm here, it's just one thing. it's meth. it's bad. thought i had it kickeda couple times, you know. but then, jesus,
this new version of ithit 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 too? yeah, bro. i wish i never even heard of it.
it was like lightingmy whole head on fire. badger:yeah. that stuffwill burn you down. only reason i havea hope in hell is because it's long gone. that's the shame of it. badger:no, no, man. don't tell me that. pete:i hear it's back in town. stay strong, brother.stay strong. woman:it's gonna be okay.
marie: i swear to god, i'll do it. i will go to the press. i'll go to 48 hours. i'll go to nightline. i don't know if there's nightline anymore. 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 bein a wheelchair at 43. jesus. listen, marie. i know skyler'salready told you this,
but if there's everanything that you need, anything at all... it's good to have you here. both of you. i just wish there wassomething more that we could do. walt. we can always pay their bills. marie:please, it's tens of thousandsof dollars. we have the money,
more than enough.walt earned it. skyler. skyler: i think marie should know the truth. skyler, i really don't thinkthis 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 allcame down to really was money. pure and simple. when walt was diagnosed, it,um... it changed him. and looking back, i don't thinki ever really understood what it wasthat he was going through. it was morethan facing death. it was knowing that he was gonnaleave behind...
...nothing. and so that's howthis 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 elliotand gretchen paid for your treatment. yeah, i thought so too.
the truth is he never tooktheir money. not a dime. he was too proud to take whathe considered to be charity. isn't that right? so he put his mindto it and... well, you know how walt is. he's a problem-solver. and he read books and he dida whole bunch of research, and he came upwith this system. a system?
a system for counting cardsin blackjack. w-what do you mean,like rain man? well, i don't pretendto understand, you know, all the details, but he was convinced that if he put enough moneyinto it, he'd have a-- god, what is it? a statistical edge? yes, statistical--
so-- um, yeah. so he,every spare minute, walt was at somecard table somewhere. and at first he wentto the casinos, but then he realized that-- [woman speakingindistinctly outside] but then he realized that the casinos reportyour winnings to the irs.
and if it gets reported,your family might find out. if you do not wantyour family to find out, you find anotherplace to gamble. like an illegal backroom game. you remember all those longwalks that walt used to take, all that time he usedto spend away from home? i guess for a couplemonths there, you were sort of leadinga double life, weren't you? oh, my god.
oh, my god, y-your--your fugue state. was that some sort of cover? no, no. he did notfake that, marie. the nightthat walt disappeared... he lost $14,000. [sighs] it was his pension fund,our savings, basically every last dimewe had to our name, gone.
he couldn't live with it. he was suicidal. but you have to understand that as soon as he gotout of the hospital, he went right backto gambling. i mean, that's how deepthis went. how could youdo that to her, walt? anyway,this system of his? he finally got it to work.
so all this is to saywe have the money. no more gambling. but we have the money. how much money? walt? uh... it's into seven figures. oh. marie: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 that way.
and hank, okay? hank's gotenough on his mind right now. can we please keepthis between us? yeah. yeah, i-- yeah, i just--i need to-- yeah, okay. we'll talkabout it later. how did youcome up with that? i mean, where didyou possibly--? i learned from the best. somehow,
something tells me that hankis here because of you. and i'm not forgetting that. [footsteps departing]
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