Джесси Пинкман

Oh, hey.

Hey, yourself.

So listen. My name is not really Jesse Jackson. It's Jesse Pinkman. And that guy you met he's not my dad. You're not gonna kick me out, are you? Because I actually really like it here.

I don't make it my business what you do. So long as you don't do it here.

What, dude wouldn't take a bribe? That dude in there? Saul Goodman we're talking about?

Yeah. 'Morally outraged', he said. Threatened to call the police.

Like it or not, we have no choice.

Yeah? And why exactly is that?

Our methylamine. It's going bad.

What?

It's losing its chemical potency. Now, unless stealing another barrel sounds good to you...

Hell, no.

All right, we have to act fast, before it goes to waste.

Hey, yo, check your phone. You get any bars?

Yeah, I've got a signal.

Hey, let me use yours, would you?

Absolutely not. I have to assume Skyler checks my phone records.

No, not there. That is our workstation.

Oh, our 'workstation'.

That's right. Why don't you try to find a place where it won't get lost? Considering it's our only set and we are a million miles from nowhere.

What are we selling for these days?

Forty a pound.

Forty thousand dollars?

Hey, you said raise the prices.

Now, what about product on hand? How's your inventory?

Thirty-eight and change.

Thirty-eight ounces? Grams?

Pounds.

You did say make hay while the sun is shining.

Guys! Why the long faces here? You're sitting on a gold mine.

A gold mine we can't sell.

What are you calling this number for?

I am trying to tell you, man. Last night, somebody broke in my place, yo. I got robbed.

What?

Yeah. Somebody, they got all of our stuff. Okay? All of it. You get me, Mr. White? The blue stuff. It's, like, uncanny. They knew exactly where to look. I mean, say something, man, all right? Yell at me or something! Come on! Mr. White.

Look, Jesse, lingering on things doesn't help, believe me. Just try and focus on getting better, okay.

I deserve this.

What?

What you said in the desert. I get it, what you meant. I deserve whatever happens.

Self-hatred, guilt, it accomplishes nothing. It just stands in the way.

Stands in the way of what?

True change.

I just happened to be driving by and saw the sign. So you're selling the place.

In this market. Can you believe it?

You want a job?

A job? Who's got a job for me?

I do.

Yo, did you just get fired?

No! No, no, no, it's, uh… more like a sabbatical. Indefinite. Yeah.

What the hell is your problem? All I'm asking is for you to set a meet.

Absolutely not.

Why?

Because I am not going to lend my name to an inferior product.

Take it. It belongs to you.

You're damn right it belongs to me.

I knew I could count on you boys to play nice. That's… That almost brings a tear to my eye.

Enjoy it. Spend it in good health. That is the last money you'll ever earn in this business.