4x10 - Salud

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Previously, on AMC's Breaking Bad My signatures are all over those boxes.

I cannot be audited.

Circumstances with the cartel are untenable.

And I need your help.

No one needs to go to Mexico.

The cartel wants your formula.

Now get the f*ck out of here and never come back.

[propeller plane buzzing] [sighs] You can do this.

[phone ringing] [answering machine] You have reached Walter White.

At the tone please state your name, number, and the reason for your call.

Thank you.

[machine beeps] [Skyler, sighing] Third try.

Walt, if you're there, please pick up.

Okay.

Well, I really wanted to do this together, but I can hear him getting up, and it's not like I can keep him from seeing the thing, so I'm sorry, but I've waited as long as possible, and I-- I guess I'm going to have to go ahead without you, so call me.

Oh.

Hey, happy birthday, sweet sixteen.

Mwah.

[giggles] Thanks, Mom.

Of course, I thought you might sleep through it.

Ha ha.

[chuckles] So since it's almost-- oh, noon, I think your first big birthday decision is breakfast or lunch.

Um, pancakes? Pancakes it is.

Okay, could you do me a favor? I forgot to get the paper.

Can you go out and grab it for me? Sure.

Thanks.

[Skyler] Surprise! It's from me and your dad.

It's pretty slick, huh? Yeah.

Thanks, Mom.

It's-- It's great.

You know, I really did a lot of research, and, I don't know, this car just really stood out to me.

It's got a ton of great features-- power everything, solid engine, It's really roomy, so you can carpool with all your friends, and of course it is safe because I am still your mother.

Oh, and it has a CD player, so you can listen to some tunes while you're cruising around, so you know what? Breakfast can wait.

You want to take it for a spin? Um, m-m-maybe later.

I'm kind of starving.

Yeah, okay.

Well, let's-- let's get those pancakes going.

[intercom beeps] [Francesca] Saul? He's here.

Bad idea.

This is a bad idea.

[intercom beeps] Saul.

Send him in.

Mr.

Beneke.

Saul Goodman.

Thank you for coming down.

Yeah.

Hi.

Have a seat, please.

I-- I don't really understand why I'm here.

Is it something to do with my creditors? Creditors? No.

I'll cut right to the chase.

Mr.

Beneke, I have some bad news.

Uh nothing but, lately.

Your great-aunt Birgit passed away.

I'm sorry, who? Uh Apparently, she passed away in Diekirch, Luxembourg, and this was, wow, eight years ago.

I just assumed you two were close, given that-- Well, maybe this is good news.

[chuckles] Birgit left behind a sizable estate, of which you, Mr.

Beneke, are the primary beneficiary.

What? - Yeah, well, seems she had no immediate relatives, so the estate's just been sitting while the folks over in the EU searched for a living heir.

I don't know of any relatives in Luxembourg, definitely no one who would name me in their will.

Huh.

Well Ah, here you go.

She left no will, so that's probably why it took so long.

They traced the inheritance through to your father, but his having passed-- my condolences-- you are the next in line to the tune of $621,552.

33.

Wow.

[vehicle rumbling] [speaking Spanish] Where's the phenylacetic acid? They synthesize their own.

What? I don't-- I don't do that.

Look, I get my phenylacetic acid from the barrel with the bee on it.

That's how I know how to do it.

What is he saying? We're working it out.

[speaking Spanish] Tell this assh*le if he wants to learn how to make my product, he's got to do it my way, the right way.

I speak English.

So you understand what assh*le means.

Now, go get me my phenylacetic acid, assh*le.

How long is it going to take you to get him what he needs? I don't know.

I have no idea.

Several hours at least.

I can wait.

Gives us time to talk about the state of this lab.

Don't you have standards? I mean, this place is disgusting.

All right, we're going to scour every vat, every t*nk, every cook surface, and then we're going to clean up every possible source of contamination, and only then we cook.

¿Comprende? Who do you think you are? I'm the guy your boss brought here to show you how it's done, and if this is how you run your lab, no wonder.

You're lucky he hasn't fired your ass.

Now, if you don't want that to happen, I suggest you stop whining like a little bitch and do what I say.

[buzzing] [groaning] [phone ringing] [Walt answering machine] You have reached Walter White.

At the tone please state your name, number, and the reason for your call.

Thank you.

[machine beeps] Dad! You there? I'm outside.

Are you okay? I know you're home.

Your car is here.

You missed my party, which feels like something's gotta be really wrong.

I'm I'm gonna have to call 911.

I don't know what else to do.

Dad? [sighs] Come in if you're coming in.

What happened to you? [sighs] What happened? I got into a fight.

What do you mean, a fight? Like, what fight? Are you going to talk to me here? [dialing] What are you doing? I'm calling Mom.

Don't do that.

Look, I-- I appreciate that you're concerned.

I'm fine.

Just do not call your mother.

Why not? Because I was gambling.

If you tell your mother, God, I just would-- I would never, never hear the end of it, so please can we just keep this between us? Would you do that for me? Just keep it to yourself.

I don't understand.

How'd you get into a fight? And with who? [weeping] I made a mistake.

And it's my own fault.

I had it coming.

Dad, it's okay.

It's all my fault.

I just-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Dad come here.

Come on.

Dad, it's okay.

[sobbing] Hey-- Hey-- It's okay.

Please, it's-- it's okay.

Look at me.

Look at me.

It's okay.

It is.

Come on.

Come on.

It's okay.

Hey, how was your birthday? Good.

Get some rest.

Okay.

The new car? Did you drive it here? Yeah.

Hm.

Hm.

[sedated] That's good.

You like it? Uh, sure.

I do.

It drives great.

That's good, Jesse.

[beeping] [growls] Yes.

Well done.

First of many.

Yeah? What's that mean?

You're staying. You belong to the cartel now.

You can't come to my work like this. You're too recognizable. Your face is plastered on every bus bench within a 5-mile radius.

Celebrities have to get their cars washed, just like everybody else.

Look, I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important.

Okay? What is it? I went ahead and met with your Mr.

Beneke, which I will say again, loudly and for the record, bad idea.

Yes, but it is better than prison.

Correct? Marginally, which is why I disbursed the funds as you requested.

All right, good.

Yeah, I can't believe he actually bought it-- "Great-aunt Birgit.

" What? But you called it.

I guess people see those zeroes dance before their eyes, it's kind of like highway hypnosis.

All right, so what's the problem? Let's just say you and I don't wear the same rose-colored glasses where Johnny Fabulous is concerned, so I kept an eye on his bank accounts, and I pulled his credit report.

If you would, note the time on that.

Three hours after leaving my office.

He bought a Mercedes SL550.

He's actually leasing it, but he put 4,500 down.

He's going to pay fully loaded.

I mean, he even got the heated steering wheel, but that's upwards of 6,300 that won't be going to the IRS.

I just thought you might like to know, loath as I am to say I told you so.

Where is he now? [chuckles] [sighs] Hey.

[groans] How you doing? Good.

How are you? I'm fine, but your mother is going to be worried sick.

I called her last night.

I told her I was spending the night at Louis'.

It's cool.

So h-h-how are you? I'm fine, son.

I-- I-- I took these painkillers that I had left over from my surgery, and I made the brilliant decision to wash them down with a couple of beers.

Not my most sterling moment, I admit, but I'm fine.

I wish I could take back last night.

It was your birthday.

This shouldn't be on your mind.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

I'm your father, and I don't want last night to be-- I mean, you really-- you can't think of me like Like what? I don't understand.

My father d*ed when I was 6.

You knew that, right? Yeah.

He had Huntington's Disease.

It's-- destroys portions of the brain, affects muscle control, leads to dementia.

It's just a nasty disease.

It's genetic.

It terrified my mother that I might have it, so they ran tests on me when I was a kid, but I came up clean.

My father fell very ill when I was 4 or 5.

He spent a lot of time in the hospital.

My-- [chuckles] My mother would tell me so many stories about my father.

She would talk about him all the time.

I knew about his personality, how he treated people.

I even knew how he liked his steaks cooked-- medium rare.

[both chuckle] Just like you.

I knew things about my father.

I had a lot of information.

It's because people would tell me these things.

They would paint this picture of my father for me, and I always pretended that was who I saw, too, who I remembered, but it was a lie.

In truth, I only have one real, actual memory of my father.

It must've been right before he d*ed.

My mother would take me to the hospital to visit him, and I remember the smell in there, the chemicals.

It was as if they use up every single cleaning product they could find in a 50-mile radius like they didn't want you smelling the sick people.

Oh, there was this stench of Lysol and bleach.

You could just feel it coating your lungs.

Anyway, there, lying on the bed, is my father.

He's all-- He's all twisted up.

And my mom, she puts me on her lap.

She's sitting on the bed next to him so I can get a good look at him but really he just scares me and he's looking right at me but I can't even be sure that he knows who I am.

And your grandmother is talking, trying to be cheerful, you know, as she does, but the only thing I could remember is him breathing.

Oh, th-- this-- this rattling sound, like if you were shaking an empty spray-paint can.

Huh? Like there was nothing in him.

Anyway that is the only real memory that I have of my father.

I don't want you to think of me the way I was last night.

I don't want that to be the memory you have of me when I'm gone.

R-Remembering you that way wouldn't be so bad.

The bad way to remember you would be the way-- the way you've been this whole last year.

At least last night you were-- you were real.

You know? Bye.

Somewhere you should be? Basically it was a temporary hiatus, but you give us two weeks, we will be up and running 100%.

All right, you talk to your people and get back to me.

Okay? Yeah, thanks, Tanya.

Okay, you bet.

Say hi to the kids for me.

Hey.

Hi.

Nice surprise.

What's up? Just thought I'd swing by, see how things were going.

Well, things are-- [chuckles] things took a turn.

It's kind of crazy.

Oh, yeah? I think the universe is trying to tell me something.

I've got some good news, some very good news, and getting the business going again.

Wow.

[chuckles] Yeah, I figure we haven't been down long, so we should be able to get most of our old contracts back.

Sit down.

Oh, thank you.

That's-- gosh, that's-- that's wow.

[laughs] How is that even possible? I got a very unexpected cash infusion.

Huh.

Guess someone's looking out for me.

I guess so.

Is that yours outside? Oh, yeah, you know.

Can't be driving a piece of crap to customer meetings.

You've got to present that successful image.

Yeah, right, right.

So the IRS stuff-- that's resolved? Yeah, it's in progress.

So you paid them? Well, not yet, but I will.

When? Well, it's not that simple.

Um, here's the thing.

I never had proper legal counsel, so I was thinking I should hire someone good who can maybe hammer out a better deal.

There will never be a better deal, Ted.

The deal is you pay your back taxes, you pay your penalty, and you don't go to prison.

That's a good deal, so let's keep our priorities straight here, right? Well, my priority is getting my business back and putting my employees back on the payroll so they can pay their mortgages.

Right, but I think your employees would agree that you need to get your financial situation in control before you can help them.

Boy, IRS got you on commission? No, I'm just saying that, though I really do-- I understand the temptation to restart the business, maybe the universe is telling you that you need to pay what you owe.

Skyler, this is my money and why are we having this conversation? You're no longer a part of my life-- a decision you made, by the way-- so I don't understand why you're hectoring me about this.

Ted, this affects both of us.

No, it doesn't.

I'm telling you, you need to drop this.

You need to use that money to pay your bill by the end of this month, which you promised the IRS, in writing, that you would do.

It is that simple.

Okay.

Okay, duly noted.

What does that mean? Does that mean yes? Because I really need a yes here, Ted.

All right, Skyler, I'll tell you what it means.

It means, in the most respectful way possible, there's the door, and I'm inviting you to, you know-- and thank you for your concern, but I'm done talking about this.

[clicks pen] [writing] From whom exactly do you think you got that 600,000, Ted? Great-aunt Birgit? That was you? Ja.

[water trickling] [sighs] What is this sh*t? What, I don't get a vote? I'm supposed to just stay down here forever? I promise you this-- either we're all going home, or none of us are.

Now settle down.

On your feet.

[speaks Spanish] Gustavo.

[speaking Spanish] [Gus] This is your new employer.

You address him as Don Eladio.

It's a term of respect.

[speaks Spanish] [continues in Spanish] No.

[speaking Spanish] [whistles] Zafiro Añejo.

[speaking Spanish] [speaking Spanish] Uh-huh.

Gustavo.

Gracias.

Welcome to Mexico.

Now you say "Muchas gracias a usted, señor.

" [Gus speaking Spanish] [speaking Spanish] Salud.

Salud.

Salud.

[Don Eladio] Ah [grunts] [speaking Spanish] [rock] Uh, no.

Nah, I don't.

Come on.

No.

Okay.

[chuckles] Gustavo [speaking Spanish] [coughs] [Woman] Ow.

[Waiter] Señor.

[grunts] [gags] [high heels clomping] [gagging] [grunts] Make yourself useful.

Find a g*n.

[gasping] [coughing] [dish shatters] [grunting] [speaking Spanish] [continuing] I hope the hell that works.

Take him.

Keys.

No.

No.

Okay! Okay.

Are you still with us? [panting] Go.

[g*n fires] [gasping] Get us out of here, kid.