[Coughs] [Vehicle approaching] [Police radio chattering] Just get me home.

Just get me home.

I'll do the rest.

[Vehicle passes] [Engine starts] [Male sings] I saddled up and away I did go riding alone in the dark maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart and at last here I am on the hill overlooking _ [Groans] [Coughs] _ Yes, hello, this is David Linn from The New York Times.

May I speak with Susan, please? Thank you.

[Wind howls] Hi, Susan, it's David again.

I was just calling to see if we can set-- Well, yes, well, I figured we have to do the interview by phone since they've already left New York.

But what we'd really love to get is a photo of Mr.

and Mrs.

Schwartz to go along with the article.

When-- when are they scheduled to get home? Oh, so they'll be home tonight.

Gotcha.

Now, the address I have on them is Upper Canyon Road.

Is that still No, it isn't.

They've-- Oh.

Let me get a pen.

Where do they Tesuque, I see.

And the address? Is that-- is that up near the opera house? I hear that's nice.

Well, I'll be in contact with my photographer to check on his schedule.

No, no, it's-- it's their call.

I know how busy Mr.

and Mrs.

Schwartz are.

Thank you.

This should make one hell of a story.

Goodbye.

[Elliott] I'm just saying it's apples and oranges.

Listen, I maintain, if-- if-- if I want pizza, - I go to a pizza place.

Yeah.

If I want Thai, I go-- I go to a Thai place.

I mean, what is the-- what is the earthly point Did I marry you? in comparing pizza to Thai food? What has happened to your intelligence? - This is different.

They're completely-- Oh, come on, are you the man I married? I am the guy who wants to end this ridiculous conversation, kick off my shoes, and have a very large glass of wine.

Well, I'm gonna tell you to be my guest.

All right, wait.

The answer is [Keypad beeps] - No.

Yes.

Yes, because it has history.

Come on.

Prohibition.

The sweet smell of success.

[Elliott] And per se has Thomas Keller.

Game, set, and match.

[Gretchen] The whole vibe is so Yountville.

You transplant it to Manhattan, - it starts to feel-- - You could transplant it to Islamabad, I would still eat there.

Ooh, there's a good thought.

What, Islamabad? - No, Napa.

We have to go to Napa.

Oh, my God, all this talk of food.

Do you think Juana left us anything? No, I don't think so, she thought that we were coming back on Wednesday.

Unless you told her otherwise.

No, I haven't talked to her.

Oh, look, here.

Just a pear, that'll be perfect.

Yeah.

You wanna get us a nice bottle of wine? Mm-hmm.

Do you think we have any of those-- what are those crackers with the, like, the sun-dried tomato and then they were kind of slightly peppery, but not too peppery.

We don't have them? I don't know.

Ask Juana.

We haven't had them in forever.

I don't know why she doesn't get those anymore.

Why don't you talk to her? I don't know, she's got that thing going on with her daughter.

Anyway, Napa? Yeah? How long is it since we've been there? Two years, Thanksgiving.

Jesus, that's two years.

Yeah.

Too long, right? - Is this okay? Oh, that looks perfecto.

You wanna get the fireplace? [Mutters] - Is it good? - Mm-hmm.

Is it ripe? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

[Gretchen] You know, we could invite George and Delores, they could come up from Marin.

And Bill and Miriam Cohen.

We could have a little spa action, right? And then we could do some sort of wine, and then-- Aah! Hello, Gretchen.

Elliott.

I really like your new house.

Walt.

This Are we looking east? Oh.

My God, you must have one great view of the Sangre De Cristos.

Walt, what-- what are you doing here? I saw you on Charlie Rose.

You looked great.

You both did.

If you are here to-- to hurt us-- Walt, whatever it is you're planning-- Actually, I'm here to give you something.

It's out in my car.

How about the three of us take a walk to it? It's just parked down the road.

I couldn't get it past your gate.

Elliott, if we're gonna go that way, you'll need a bigger knife.

[Knife clatters] [Walt] Keep stacking.

It'll all fit.

[Coughs] That's all right.

Just-- just throw it on top.

Gretchen, would you mind? We don't want to lose any under the furniture.

All right.

That is $9,720,000.

Where did it come from? And why is it here? I earned it, and you're going to give it to my children.

What? Why? Walt, I don't think we-- On my son's 18th birthday, which is ten months and two days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust.

You will tell him that it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education.

And for the betterment of his family.

Walt, I'm not sure that we follow.

Why, uh, I mean, why, in particular, would we-- If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.

I can't.

My wife and son hate me.

They won't take my money.

Even if they did, the federal government wouldn't let them.

But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse? I have to think that your money would be very welcome.

It wouldn't make any sense coming from us.

It certainly would.

My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father.

A man who you once knew quite well.

Call it a beau geste, call it liberal guilt, call it whatever you want, but do it.

And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money.

If there are taxes or lawyers' fees owed, you will take it right from here.

They use my money, never yours.

Okay, Walt, sure.

That-- that sounds reasonable.

So what happens next? I guess we shake on it, and I leave.

I can trust you to do this.

Yes.

Absolutely you can.

Oh! Don't move.

Don't Don't dare move a muscle.

You don't want them to think that you're trying to get away.

Just breathe.

Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table.

Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi.

Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there.

Keeping tabs.

And if, for any reason, that my children do not get this money, a kind of countdown will begin.

Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever, and you're talking about your stock prices without a worry in the world.

And then suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, but before you can even turn around, - pop! - Aah! Darkness.

Cheer up, beautiful people.

This is where you get to make it right.

[Gretchen sobs] Oh, yeah, right.

You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.

For real, yo.

Whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise? Totally.

How do you feel now? Better.

Yeah, definitely improving.

[Walt] What's this I hear about blue meth still being out there? What do you mean? Have you heard anything? Is it still being sold? Yeah.

By whom? It's you, right? I mean, aren't you still cooking? Damn, man.

We were sure it was you, because that shit is choice, yo.

Better than ever.

I mean, um, you know.

Jesse.

Seriously? You said he moved to Alaska.

That's what I heard.

Right on, Jesse.

Passing the torch.

Damn, man, couldn't he at least throw a brother a bone? [Blows] Wow, what happened there? It's my birthday.

Yeah? Well, happy birthday.

[Hank] It's easy money.

Until we catch you.

Walt, just say the word and I'll take you on a ride-along.

You can watch us knock down a meth lab, huh? Get a little excitement in your life.

Someday.

Welcome to The Grove.

Would you like to see a menu? No, thank you.

Chamomile tea with soy milk, please.

All right, you got it.

Hey, how you doing? Good.

How's things? Hey, I like your shirt.

My blouse? Nice, yeah, the color.

That's a nice color on you.

It's kind of a-- I don't know exactly what you'd call it.

It's kind of a cornflower.

Before you say or do anything, just hear me out.

Todd-- Nobody knows that I'm here.

Just listen for two minutes and then I'll leave.

Please.

Please.

Just two minutes of your time.

That's all I ask.

Please.

You're running out of methylamine, aren't you? I can do the math.

You've been at it long enough.

You must be running low.

I have a new method that requires no methylamine.

And it's easy, and it will keep you in business.

And Todd, I could teach it to you.

How did you know to find us here? every Tuesday morning, you and I met here.

You're rather schedule-oriented, I guess.

[Coughs] Sorry.

I need the money.

I've spent almost all of mine.

Already, just trying to stay one step ahead of the police.

Mr.

White, I don't think there's-- How much would it cost us? Nothing short of a million, and believe me, for this, that is-- is giving it away.

I think Jack should hear this.

Yeah, I don't know.

Now listen, I can-- I can come up there tonight and talk to him.

He'd get it.

This is a win-win situation.

Hi, what can I get for you two? He's just leaving.

Good seeing you again.

Take care.

For you? I'm good.

And I need more stevia.

Okay, no disrespect to the man, but doing business with him? Right now, that's not-- Of course, we're not doing business with him.

Todd, please.

Don't make me walk you through this.

Jesus.

Did you look at him? You'd be doing him a favor.

[Walt coughs] [Walt hums] [Humming continues] [Coughs] [Humming resumes] [Alarm chirps] [Alarm chirps] [Phone ringing] [Electronic voice] Hello, please record after the tone.

[Beep] [Marie] Truce, all right? Skyler, I have news about Walt, and you need to hear it immediately, so if you're there, pick up.

Skyler-- [Phone beeps] Hey.

What's up? Walt's in town.

Yeah? That car they thought he stole in New Hampshire, they found it in a Denny's parking lot right on Central.

And your old next-door neighbor, the one on the right, what's her name, Becky? Becky's on the left.

Carol's on the right.

Becky, Carol, whatever.

She saw him at your old house.

Just this morning, plain as day.

He's there, walking out of your house, and he calls her by name.

He didn't hurt her, did he? He didn't-- No, he's just like, "Hey, Becky!" Or Carol, whatever.

She said he looked exactly like the Unabomber, but she's positive it was him.

Skyler, we're getting calls from all over town.

He's here, he's there, he's going to blow up city hall.

Apparently he has some sort of manifesto.

He wants to be on the six o'clock news.

It's just-- - Who's making these calls, him? There are two or three different voices.

They're not sure if they're crank calls or people he's put up to it or if they're actual anonymous tips.

And it's stretching them thin, which is maybe the point.

As far as I'm concerned, and I've told them this, there are three places that he would go.

To you, to me, or Flynn.

Right.

They're watching the high school.

They're probably watching your place, too.

I mean, I know that's what Hank would do.

There's no way Walt's getting to you.

They are absolutely going to catch him.

No doubt about it.

That arrogant asshole thinks he's some criminal mastermind, but he's not.

But on the off-chance Yeah.

On the million-to-one chance you be on the lookout, okay? Thanks.

You got it.

[Phone beeps] Five minutes.

Five minutes.

You didn't kill anybody sneaking in here, did you? You didn't hurt anybody? No.

Didn't have to.

You look terrible.

Yeah.

But I feel good.

So talk.

Why are you here? It's over.

And I needed a proper goodbye.

Not our last phone call.

So you're going to the police? They'll be coming to me.

If you're in custody, what stops those people from coming back, those people you worked with? When-- when I still had the house, three men came in the middle of the night, wearing masks, threatening Holly and Flynn and me.

They told me not to talk about that woman I saw at the car wash, and if you're in custody and they find out-- They're not coming back.

Not after tonight.

What's tonight? We don't want your money, Walt.

I thought Flynn made that clear.

He did.

And I don't have any to give you.

I spent the last of it getting here.

All I have to give you is this.

Call the DEA once I leave.

Tell them I was here.

That I forced my way in.

Tell them Tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday, and that I gave you that ticket.

Those numbers are GPS coordinates.

For what? A burial site.

That's where they'll find Hank and Steve Gomez.

That's where I buried our money.

The men who stole it from us, the men who still have it, they murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole.

Now you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor.

You get yourself out of this.

Skyler.

Skyler.

All the things that I did, you need to understand-- If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family-- I did it for me.

I liked it.

I was good at it.

And I was really I was alive.

Flynn will be home soon.

Before I go may I see her? Whoo.

Damn man, this thing's a classic.

What block you got in it? Couldn't tell you.

That's the one you want.

No replacement for displacement.

Where to? To the clubhouse.

Just go ahead, just park it right in front over here.

No, no, no, just straight in, man, just, what are All right, fine, here, whatever.

[Walt coughs] Hey, how you doing? Turn around, put your arms out like this.

While you're at it, why don't you lift your shirt up? Give us a spin.

Christ, I'm not wearing a wire.

Okay? My wallet and keys? Yeah, you'll get them back.

Just relax.

[Whistles] Stay here.

Keep your eyes open.

[Jack] Jesus, look at you with that head of hair.

Is that real? Yes.

That's not a wig? Seriously? No.

What were you doing before, shaving it? Yes.

Christ, that is one fine head of hair.

I mean, otherwise you look like shit, but-- Hello to you too, Jack.

Can we talk business? I don't think so, no.

Did Todd tell you what I'm offering? Yeah, he told me.

Thing is, we're not really in the market.

You're running low on methylamine, what happens then? No, we'll get more.

That Quayle woman's got her own set-up.

The heat's off her.

She can break loose a barrel every now and again.

It ain't broke, so why fix it? Todd, please, would you explain things to your uncle? Explain to him the benefit of what I'm offering.

You really shouldn't have come back, Mr.

White.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

Jack.

Where do you want it? Well, gee, I don't know, anywhere but my living room? Take him out back.

Jack, you owe me.

Hey, come on.

You owe me.

Hey, hey, hey.

I owe you, what for? Jesse Pinkman, you promised that you would kill him, and you didn't.

Instead, you partnered with him.

You're his partner now-- Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.

Partners, what are you talking about? He's alive, isn't he? He's cooking for you.

What, are you gonna lie? Him being alive is not him and me being partners.

Not by a damn sight.

What, you think I'd partner with a rat? Where's that little piece of shit? He's finishing up a batch.

Well, go get him.

Bring him here.

Uncle Jack-- - No.

No, no, no.

This one here calling me a liar? He just insulted you, he insulted me, all of us.

Jesus.

Hustle it up.

Come on.

Let's get this over with.

I'm gonna show you just how wrong you are, then I'm putting that bullet in your head myself.

[Air whooshing] [Whooshing continues] You see what I'm talking about, you son of a bitch? [Grumbles] [Grunts] Now, this look like a partner to you? Come here.

Take a look.

Come here! Take a look at him.

Have a gander.

This is my partner.

Right, partner? Right, buddy? Hardworking, good partner.

Can you hurry this shit up? Make it quick? [Yells] [Both grunting] Toddy, get him off, would ya? Yeah, Toddy, get them both off.

[Laughter] [Alarm chirps] Aah! [Men grunting] [Grunts] [Whooshing continues] [Grunts] [Coughing] Uncle Jack [Groaning] [Grunts] Jesus.

[Chain rattling] Mr.

White [Grunts] Aah! [Grunting loudly] [Grunting continues] [Clattering] [Grunting continues] [Muffled gasps] [Crunch] [Breathing heavily] [Muffled coughing] [Coughing continues] Wait.

Wait.

You want your money, right? Huh? You wanna know where it is? You pull that trigger, you'll never [Body thuds] [Panting] Do it.

You want this.

Say the words.

Say you want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it.

[Quietly] I want this.

Then do it yourself.

[Line ringing] Pick up the phone.

Hello? Is it done? Is he gone? Yeah, it's done.

He's gone.

They're all gone.

Todd? Who is this? It's Walt.

How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather? Like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you.

I slipped it into that stevia crap that you're always putting in your tea.

[Whispers] Oh, my God.

Well goodbye, Lydia.

[Engine starts] [Tires squeal] [Hysterical laughter] [Thudding] Aahh! [Garage door motor whirring softly] [Grunts] [Coughs] [Sirens wailing, distant] [Male singer] guess I got what I deserved kept you waiting there too long my love all that time without a word didn't know you'd think that I'd forget or I'd regret the special love I had for you my baby blue all the days became so long did you really think I'd do you wrong Dixie, when I let you go thought you'd realize that I would know I would show the special love I have for you my baby blue