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*Doctors and nurses are preparing a work station frantically. Barry's phone rings*

Barry: Si. Si. Listo.

*The doctors get a stretcher and bring it outside*

Barry: Vamonos.

*In the distance Jesse is speeding toward the garage, honking the horn*

Barry: Vamonos!

Jesse: In here!

*Jesse rushes out of the car and opens the front passenger door. Barry checks and sees it's not Gus so he goes to the back seat*

Barry: Este. Rapido, rapido!

*The doctors and nurses quickly move Gus out of the car and onto the stretcher. Barry shoots some sort of antidute into Gus' mouth*

Barry: [?]

Jesse: Hey! Hey! Hey! What about him? What about him?

*Inside the station the doctors work frantically to keep Gus alive. Jesse walks in carrying Mike's dying body*

Jesse: Hey. Someone. Por favor! Assistance! This man needs help!

Barry: *speaking of Gus* This man pays my salary.

*Walt lifts the box of meth onto the scale*

Walt: 40.23 pounds.

*He moves it onto the stack*

Walt: *to Tyrus* Are they back yet? Have you heard from anyone? If Pinkman is gone, I'm done, do you understand? I quit.

*Tyrus walks over and reweighs the box of meth Walt just weighed*

Walt: I just told you, 40.23 pounds.

Tyrus: 40.21.

Walt: Look, umm, my brother-in-law, he keeps talking about driving out to the factory farm and I have, I have stalled him as long as I possibly can, but it's really at the point now where he's just gonna find someone else to take him out there. So I don't know if it's been made presentable yet, but I should be the one to take him out there, right?

*Tyrus closes the elevator gate on Walt*

Walt: Can you just run it up the chain of command then?

*Tyrus pushes a button and the elevator door closes*

Walt: *to Hank* Anything suspicious?

Hank: Still no, Walt.

Walt: Well, then should we go?

Hank: You got someplace to be? Cause that's the third time you've asked that.

Walt: No, I'm just curious what the next move is.

Hank: Our next three moves is sitting here and waiting. Here's the job, buddy. Ain't all supermodels and speedboats, you know?

Walt: Any Cartel news these days? Seems like I'm always reading something or other in the paper.

Hank: Yeah well, not a lot happening state-side. Hear rumblings about some big play down south. Lots of bodies apparently. You know, even by Cartel standards. We'll know more when the buzzards leave the bones. So when are we gonna talk about your face?

Walt: *sighs* I don't wanna get into it, okay?

Hank: No, it's not okay. My brother-in-law shows up looking like Macho Camacho and he thinks we're not gonna discuss it? You know buddy, if you're in over your head on something don't you think I'd be the guy to come to? You know one of my old buddies from Glenco, he had a gambling problem. His thing was scratch cards instead of blackjack. That unlucky bastard. Had his car repoed playing scratch-and-wins. He's fine now, you know, he got help and all. But I know that he got on a ride that was rough to get off of. I'm just sayin' I'm here, you know, if you want to talk about it.

Walt: I don't want to talk about it to you or to anyone else. I'm done explaining myself.

*Jesse sits anxiously in the medical setup looking at Mike*

Jesse: *to Barry* Hey, uh, yo. You think he needs some more blood?

Barry: It's in the refrigerator.

Jesse: What you, you want me to uh?

*Barry nods. Jesse walks over to the fridge that has all three of their blood in it*

Barry: A-negative, yes? Your blood type?

Jesse: Uh, I don't know, maybe.

Barry: *laughs* A-negative. Twenty-five years old. Seventy kilo. 180 centimeters. You smoke, you drink, you uh, puff puff puff. But, no disease, no condition, no complication other than an allergy to, oh wait don't say…erythromycin. But I have Cefzil in here, so no problem.

Jesse: How do you know all that?

*Barry turns around and looks at Jesse*

Jesse: Jesus. He thought of everything.

*Barry gets some blood for Mike*

Barry: O-negative. That's what he needs.

*Gus walks in*

Gus: It's time to go.

Jesse: What about Mike?

Barry: With this injury? Not allowed to travel for at least a week.

Gus: *to Jesse* I'll send for him.

*Gus takes a necklace out of his coat pocket*

Barry: *in Spanish* You need protection, Gustavo?

*Gus laughs*

Barry: *in Spanish* I wouldn't have guessed.

*Gus hugs Barry*

Gus: Gracias.

Barry: De nada amigo. Buenos suerte. Water. And rest.

*Gus looks at Jesse then walks out. Jesse takes one last look at Mike before following Gus*

Gus: *to Jesse* Vamonos.

Jesse: What happened to the plane?

Gus: There are many good ways south. Unfortunately only one good way north. Six miles to Texas. I've got a man there who'll drive us the rest of the way.

Jesse: I kinda liked the plane. Sure you're gonna make it? Six miles is pretty far.

Gus: I'll make it. You did well down here. And you also proved a point. I think you can run the lab by yourself now. Don't you?

*Jesse stops walking*

Jesse: Let Mr. White go. Pay him off or fire him, don't kill him.

Gus: You know that won't work.

Jesse: Then you've got a problem.

Skyler: Hi. We're home! *to Junior* You doing your homework?

Junior: Yeah.

Skyler: Uh huh, well dinner is in about thirty.

*Skyler checks her answering machine*

Ted: Hey, sorry to call you at home, but I think that maybe you're not getting my messages. That or you just don't feel like talkin' to me. Anyway, why I've been calling is because that thing we discussed. Well, I've been thinking and I decided I can't do it. I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but hopefully you'll understand and if you wanted to talk some more about it that's fine. So call me, I'm around.

*There's a knock at Ted's door. He walks across his house, grabs a mug, then trips on the rug a little. Ted opens the door to see Skyler*

Ted: Hey.

Skyler: Hi.

Ted: Come on in.

*Skyler walks into the house*

Ted: Well first. I want to tell you that I get it. From what you told me, this situation with Walt's gambling sounds intense.

Skyler: Yeah, it definitely was. And continues to be, so...I would greatly appreciate it if you would just help me out here.

Ted: Well, I have thought long and hard about this and, uh, here's what I wanna do. So is Walt gonna be okay? Are you in contact with him?

Skyler: He's fine.

Ted: Good. That's good.

Skyler: No, absolutely not and I mean to keep it that way, so.

*Ted hands a check to Skyler*

Skyler: $617,000 written out to me. Uh, what is this?

Ted: I can't take your money.

Skyler: Oh? And why is that?

Ted: Because at the end of the day, paying my debt with illicit gambling winnings...I don't know, feels wrong.

Skyler: It feels wrong?

Ted: To me it does.

Skyler: Uh huh...

Ted: I'm not judging you or Walt, I'm just saying I feel uncomfortable with it.

Skyler: Well, umm, Ted. The whole reason we're in this mess is because you had me cooking your books. So...when did wrong suddenly become a problem for you?

Ted: Now hold on, that was a one time measure I took in an honest attempt to protect my employees and save my dad's company. And it might've been a mistake, but that's no reason to go and make another.

Skyler: No, Ted, this is the big mistake right here. You owe the federal government $617,000. If you do not pay them they will come after you and then they will come after me and if they audit my business, find out that Walt and I paid for it with close to a million dollars in untaxed gambling winnings we will go to prison where you will already be. Do you understand?

Ted: I understand you're upset, but I think you're over-stating things too. No one's going to prison.

Skyler: Oh my God, how are you not following me here?

Ted: Okay. Fine. Let's say I take your advice, I pay the IRS, then what?

Skyler: Then you don't owe them, I...

Ted: Okay, but I still owe the bank, Skyler. I'm still gonna go bankrupt. I'm gonna lose my business and my home. I'm still gonna have to pull my girls out of school. Just because I pay some stupid fine doesn't make my life any less ruined.

Skyler: So if I'm understanding you correctly, you're saying you can't take the money I gave you...but you can take a larger amount?

Ted: No. I'm just saying, as much as I appreciate the gesture, the money you gave me doesn't really change anything.

Skyler: Because it's not enough?

Ted: No, no. Don't twist my words. This isn't about amounts. This is about me doing the right thing.

Skyler: Ted, are you blackmailing me?

Ted: What? No? Blackmailing? God...I feel like I'm not explaining things right.

Skyler: I think you're explaining it fine. I noticed that, uh, this is for less than what I gave you by the way.

Ted: That's the Mercedes, I leased it before I knew where the money came from.

Skyler: Mmm, and now that you know you'll of course be returning it.

Ted: Well, the leases are pretty iron-clad so I'll have to see what's possible, but yeah I'm gonna do my best. And I will pay you back as soon as I can.

Skyler: I don't want you to pay me, Ted. I want you to pay them.

*Skyler rips up the check and throws it at Ted. She walks to his checkbook and brings it back to him*

Skyler: Try it again. Write a new check.

Ted: Skyler.

Skyler: Same amount, only this time make it payable to-

Ted: What happened to us?

Skyler: Make it payable to the Internal Revenue Service.

Ted: I can't.

Skyler: You have to.

Ted: Actually, no I don't.

Skyler: Write. It.

*Skyler gets in her car and calls Saul*

Skyler: Saul Goodman, please. Tell him it's important. Yeah.

*Hector is sitting in a nursing home watching TV. Gus walks in*

Gus: Hello Hector.

*Gus walks over and sits in front of Hector. He reaches into his coat pocket and takes out a necklace and waves it in Hector's face*

Gus: All of them, Hector. Don Heladio, Don Paco, Sesal, Ronaldo, Portuno, Cisco and Louise, Escarada. All dead. As is your grandson, Joaquin. Do you know who killed Joaquin? Would you like to see?

*Gus turns Hector's wheelchair to face Jesse who is standing in the doorway*

Gus: This young man. Do you remember him? That young man shot Joaquin to death while I made my escape. I believe you have met him before. It was just you and Joaquin. He was the only family you had left. Now, the Salamanca name dies with you. Will you look at me now? Look at me, Hector. Look at me.

*Gus picks up his chair and puts it back. He walks out of the nursing home and Jesse follows*

*Walt pulls up to Hank's house, passing Tyrus on the way*

Hank: *to Walt* Hey listen, Walt, really appreciate you doing this you know. I know you guys have your hands filled with the car wash and all.

Walt: No, come on. No worries. Happy to do it. Besides it gives me a chance to see how you work a case, it's interesting.

Hank: Yeah right, watching weeds grow, huh? Na this job can be boring as hell...until it's not. *laughs*

Walt: So, umm, any more news on that thing in Mexico?

Hank: Eh, same old same old. Bunch of animals clawing each others' eyes out over turf.

Walt: So you think all the victims were Cartel members?

Hank: Not in the loop enough to know, listen take a right up here at this street, will you?

Walt: Right? But, uh, we're going to the chicken farm, that's straight ahead?

Hank: Well, we're taking a little detour.

Walt: Alright.

Hank: Yeah, there's this industrial laundry I wanna check out. It's not far. Yeah turn right here.

Walt: What, what laundry? What about it?

Hank: Well it's owned by this company, this Madrigal Electromotive. It's this big German conglomerate, right, into everything. It turns out that it's the same company that owns Fring's chicken joint.

Walt: Sounds like a real shot in the dark there. I mean you said it yourself, right? If this, Madrigal is it? If this is such a big conglomerate then, I mean they must own all kinds of businesses. No, it just sounds kind of thin.

Hank: Well look at you. What, you lose your hair, you go on a couple stakeouts, all of a sudden you're what, you're Kojak? *laughs*

Walt: Just sayin'. Now the chicken farm, however, boy that place seems ripe for clandestine activities. I just wouldn't want us to miss anything, you know?

Hank: You're gonna talk about clandestine activities? Madrigal Electromotive also owns a subsidiary that manufactures this state of the art air filtration system. And none other than Gale Boetticher took delivery of one of these systems. Yeah, a chemist who was in possession of hand-drawn plans for a meth super lab and was visited by none other than Gus Fring just days before he was capped in the face, okay. Shit, startin' to feel like Three Days of the Condor, you know? Anyway, an industrial laundry would be one hell of a place to hide a meth lab. There it is right up there, just turn in there. Walt, slow down, you gotta turn in there Walt. Walt, what are you doing, you just missed it?

Walt: Sorry, it looked like a dirt road, I thought you meant further up.

Hank: Just bang a U-ie over here.

*Walt looks over at Hank then turns the car into oncoming traffic*

Hank: Mmmm, hits the spot, thanks guys.

Junior: I said to Mom ice cream, but she was like it tastes the same and it's healthier, so. Sorry. I tried

Skyler: Frozen yogurt does taste the same. It tastes exactly the same.

Junior: Wow. I feel, like, sorry for your tastebuds. *laughs* Weigh in here Uncle Hank.

Hank: Hey, it's free food. Free food always tastes good. Free drinks even better.

Marie: *to Hank* Hey hun, can you handle another visitor?

Hank: Ho ho, Mr. Magoo, yeah sure. Hey watch out, don't run into any walls or anything, alright?

Junior: Hey, dad.

Walt: Hey, son. So how ya feelin' Hank?

Hank: Oh, you know. Kind of feels like one of those cones they put on dogs so they don't lick their own balls.

Marie: Nice. Thank you. Stay classy.

Hank: Anyway, hangin' in there. Glad you stopped by.

Walt: Listen, I'm sorry about this. I mean that guy he just came out of nowhere.

Hank: Yeah, actually he didn't. I saw him comin' a mile away. Hey, just mark it down as a brain fart and, uh, be thankful no one got killed.

Marie: Well, I'll tell you one thing. Your Hardy Boy routine is over. No more asking him to drive you on stakeouts. It's too dangerous.

Junior: I'll do it.

Skyler: Oh no you won't.

Hank: Marie's right it was a bit short-sided of me. That's why I caved.

Skyler: Caved?

Hank: Yeah I broke down, I ordered me a gimp-mobile.

Marie: I wish you would stop calling it that.

Walt: What do you mean, like a handi-van with a lift?

Hank: No no, it's a regular Tahoe, it's got hand controls. I ordered it, should be in here about a week. Don't expect to be in it long, but gotta get around on my own. Stop being such a damn burden to everyone.

*Skyler's phone rings*

Skyler: Oh, sorry, carwash business.

*Skyler gets up and walks into the living room*

Saul: Hey, it's me, can you talk?

Skyler: I can listen.

Saul: Fair enough. He doesn't own a gun. At least not one that he bought legally. Nor does his home security system have any kind of panic button arrangements, so way I see it we're good to go. That is if this is still how you wanna handle it.

Skyler: Like I said I don't want anyone hurt, all I want is for him to write a check.

Saul: Yup, it's gonna be fine I got my A-team on it.

*Kuby knocks on Ted's door. Ted answers*

Ted: Can I help you?

Kuby: Yeah, thanks.

*Kuby and Huell walk inside Ted's house*

Ted: Woah, woah, you just can't...what's this about?

Kuby: I'll tell you what this is about Mr. Beneke. This is about you and me doing our best to keep Huell happy. This is Huell. Huell, you happy?

Huell: Reasonably.

Kuby: What would make you unhappy.

Huell: This little mofo not doing what he's told.

Kuby: And if you were to become unhappy, Mr. Beneke wouldn't care for that?

Huell: I'm gonna say no.

Kuby: Well there you have it. Let's go find your checkbook.

*Kuby shuts Ted's door*

Kuby: Ready? Here we go, alright? We're walking, we're swinging our feet. There you go, very nice. Beautiful place you have here. This way. So, the amount's gonna be for $617,226-

Ted: Woah, woah. I don't have nearly that kind of money.

Kuby: Hold that thought. Forgot to mention we know exactly down to the penny how much money is in your checking account, understand? You still wanna say that stuff from before? Maybe not. So, $617,226.31. Made payable to the Internal Revenue Service.

Ted: What? Wait this is, uh, Skyler. Skyler White sent you?

Kuby: Doesn't matter who sent us. For right now, all you have to do is worry about that.

Ted: Oh my God, this is a giant misunderstanding. Skyler is a dear friend of mine, alright? Just let me call her and we'll uh...

*Ted walks toward the phone, Huell stands in his way*

Kuby: No. You're misunderstanding, Mr. Beneke. Phone call time is over. It's check writing time.

Ted: This is crazy, Skyler would never do this to me.

Kuby: Sit down and write!

*Ted sits down*

Kuby: There ya go. $617,226.31. Yeah, right. You got it. Huell, you happy?

*Huell nods*

Kuby: Ha ha, Huell's happy! Alright, everything else has been filled out for ya. Alls we need is a signature right there.

*Ted signs the slip*

Kuby: Great. Hard part's over. Here's what happens next. Huell's gonna hang with you. I'm gonna make sure I get this down to UPS before five o'clock. On the way back I'm gonna grab some sandwiches. The three of us can hang out, play cards or watch TV or whatever for the next couple of days until the check clears. Painless, right? Unless in case you don't have cable. In which case it's gonna suck, so...

*Ted gets up and runs past Huell toward the door. He slips on the rug and slides into the counter. Oranges fall down onto his body. His hand twitches*

*Walt gets up out of a dirty basket of laundry*

Walt: *to Tyrus* Does the laundry have to be dirty?

Tyrus: Nope.

*Walt touches the lab equipment as Tyrus keeps watch*

Walt: Someone cooked here.

Tyrus: You've been out of commission for four days. Think we're gonna shut down the whole operation just for you?

Walt: Who cooked? Who was here?

*Jesse and Brock are sitting on the couch playing video games*

Jesse: Now how are you doing all the backflips? Tell me.

Brock: Cheat code.

Jesse: Oh, I'm gonna get you. Oh I'm gonna get you. *tickles Brock and laughs* You're just pressing buttons and it makes you do magical stuff.

Brock: No.

Jesse: Yes, cheater. *Jesse pushes Brock back*

Andrea: Who's winning?

Brock: I am.

Jesse: Well, yeah. Look at you. Look at...

*There's a knock at the door*

Brock: 101 backflips I did.

Jesse: Oh you, yeah keep it goin'...

*Jesse passes the controller to Andrea and gets up to get the door*

Andrea: *to Brock* Oh, you're in trouble. Momma's in the house.

*Jesse opens the door to see Walt*

Walt: Jesse.

Jesse: What do you want? I'm busy.

Walt: We need to talk.

Jesse: I got nothing to say to you man.

*Jesse goes to close the door, Walt stops him*

Walt: Jesse please, I'm sorry. Just one minute, that's all I ask.

*Jesse pushes Walt forward and starts hitting him*

Jesse: Get the hell out of my house.

Walt: Come on, hey, come on. Just give me one minute! Let me just explain myself. Okay. Alright, alright, okay, okay. I'm sorry. I know that you have been cooking without me.

Jesse: That's right, so what?

Walt: So what? Isn't it obvious to you what Gus is planning? He's going to use you to replace me. He doesn't think you need me anymore. Jesse. Jesse if you agree to replace me, he will kill me.

Jesse: You brought your brother-in-law to our lab? What the hell's wrong with you.

Walt: It's not my fault Jesse, just listen. You've gotta help me, please.

Jesse: Last time I asked for your help, you said I hope you end up buried in a barrel in the Mexican desert.

*Jesse pushes Walt away then walks back inside. Walt turns around to see Tyrus and some other henchman. Tyrus holds up a cattle prod, which he uses on Walt*

*Walt is sitting on the ground in the desert with a black bag over his head. A car approaches. Gus steps out. Gus walks over to Walt. Gus lifts the bag off of Walt's head*

Gus: You are done. Fired. Do not show your face at the laundry again. Stay away from Pinkman. Do not go near him. Ever. Are you listening to me?

Walt: Or else you'll do what?

Gus: What did you say?

Walt: Stay away from Pinkman or else you'll do what? Kill me? If you could kill me, I'd already be dead. But you can't. You can't kill me because Jesse wouldn't cook for you if you did. That's it isn't it? *coughs* No matter how hard you try to turn him against me, to screw with his head so that he would hate my guys and he still won't let you do it.

Gus: For now. But he'll come around. In the meantime there's a matter of your brother-in-law. He is a problem you promised to resolve. You have failed. Now it's left with me to deal with him.

Walt: You can't.


*Gus goes back into his car. Tyrus cuts Walt loose. Walt coughs and slowly tries to get up. He falls to the ground*

Saul: Great. Perfect, you know, this is just. I told her you were my A-team.

Huell: It was an act of God. Ain't no accounting for no act of God.

Kuby: Check's in the mail at least.

Saul: Oh, hello Mrs. White. The good news is the IRS has been paid off, the bad news is...uh, Jesus. Well, here goes nothing.

Francesca: Hey! Hey!

*Walt bursts into Saul's office*

Saul: Woah woah woah! Slow down! What the? How did you hear?

Walt: What? Hear what?

Saul: Guys, go go, scram. What the hell happened to you? You...

Walt: Saul, Saul. This man that you spoke of before, this person that you said could disappear me, give me a whole new life and make sure that I'm never found.

Saul: Yeah?

Walt: Yeah, I need him. Saul. Gus is gonna murder my whole family.

Saul: Oh Christ.

Walt: I need this man now. Saul, now Saul!

Saul: Yeah, yeah, you understand there's no coming back from this? You're gonna get new socials, new identities, you can't contact your friends or relatives ever again.

Walt: Uh, yes, yes, I understand.

Saul: How are you gonna sell this to that wife of yours and your teenage son?

Walt: I have got no choice.

*Saul goes into his safe and pulls out a business card

Saul: You're wanted by some pretty scary individuals, not to mention the law. You're a high-risk client. You're gonna need the deluxe service, it's gonna cost you.

Walt: How much?

Saul: The last quote I got on the deluxe was 125 grand. But you got four people to vanish, it's gonna be at least half a million and he accepts cash only.

Walt: I've got the money, now come on. Please!

Saul: Here.

*Saul hands the business card to Walt*

Walt: Okay. What? This is a vacuum cleaner repair company!

Saul: What'd you expect? Haji's Quick Vanish? I don't even know the guy's name. You just call that number and you leave a message, you tell them that you need a new dust filter for a hoover max extract pressure pro model sixty, I wrote it right on there. He'll call you back in five minutes.

Walt: Okay, okay fine. And how long does it take for him to arrange?

Saul: The guy works fast, I mean that's the game here. You gotta have your family packed and ready to go before you make the call. He'll tell you where to meet him. He'll put you up in a safe-house until everything is correct, but you gotta bring the money. He doesn't lift a finger unless he's paid in full.

Walt: Okay, Saul...

Saul: Can't say it's been a pleasure, but it-

Walt: I need you to do one more thing for me. You need to call the DEA and you need to tell them that Gus has a hit out on Hank. No you have to do it for me.

Saul: Buddy, I gotta go on living here. No I'm way too comfortable in my way to imagine-

Walt: Just call anonymously, then.

Saul: You call anonymously!

Walt: I can't, I can't! I'm practically in the DEA family. I go to their Christmas parties for Christ sake. They know me, they'll know my voice. Please, you gotta do it for me, I'm beggin' ya. Please. My brother-in-law doesn't deserve to die because of this.

Saul: There's no way I'm mentioning Gus.

Walt: Okay.

Saul: The most I'll go...I'll say it's the cartel. They're coming back to finish the job that they botched.

Walt: You say whatever you have to say. Just give me an hour to...I need to collect my wife and kids, okay? Just give me an hour and then you make the phone call. Don't forget. Please.

Saul: Yeah.

Walt: Thank you, Saul.

*Walt busts through his front door coughing. He runs over to where he has hidden all his money. He jumps down and looks through the vacuum wrapped clothes and starts taking out money*

Walt: No no no no. Where's the rest? It's not enough. It's not enough.

Skyler: Walt?

Walt: Down here.

Skyler: Walt, what did that phone call mean?

Walt: Where is it? Where's the rest?

Skyler: What?

Walt: The money, Skyler, where is the rest? Skyler. Where is the money?!

Skyler: I gave it to Ted.

Walt: What? You did what?

Skyler: Walt. I had to. For us, for the family. I swear, Walt.

Walt: You gave our money to Beneke?

Skyler: Walt. Please, please, just hear me out. Please.

*Walt screams loudly then laughs like a maniac*

Skyler: Walt. Walt. Walt.

*Walt's laugh gets louder as a phone rings in the background and Skyler backs away*

Skyler: *on answering machine* Hi, you've reached the White family, please leave a message.

Marie: *on answering machine* Skyler. It's happening again. The DEA called, they got some tip from an informant. The cartel, they wanna kill Hank. Oh God. They're sending agents to our house right now to guard us. God. When is this going to end?

*Skyler walks over and picks up the phone*

Skyler: Marie, I'm here. I'm here. Tell me exactly what happened.

*Walt's laughing fades as he continues to lay on the ground*