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window ํค + ์ข์ฐ ๋ฐฉํฅํค
๐งก ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ : ์ตํ ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ
๋ฐ ์ค : ์ ์๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ
* : ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ ๋ถ์ฐ ์ค๋ช
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# :  ์ฌ ์ ํ, ์ํฉ ์ ํ
#
My name is 
Walter Hartwell White.
I live at 
308 Negra Arroyo Lane,
Albuquerque, New Mexico, 
87104.
To all law enforcement entities, 
this is not an admission of guilt.
I am speaking 
to my family now.
Skyler...
you are the love 
of my life.
I hope you know that.
Walter, Junior...
you're my big man.
There are...
There are going 
to be some...
things... things...
that you'll come to learn 
about me in the next few days.
I just want you to know
that no... no matter 
how it may look,
I only had you in my heart.
Good-bye.
# Breaking Bad
# Three weeks earlier
Happy Birthday. 
Look at that. 
That is veggie bacon.
Believe it or not. 
Zero cholesterol.
You won't even taste 
the difference.
What time do you think 
you'll be home? 
Same time. 
I don't want him dicking 
you around tonight. *dick around ๋น๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค, ์๊ฐ ๋ญ๋นํ๋ค
You get paid till 5, 
you work till 5, no later. 
Hey.
Happy Birthday.
Well, thank you. 
You're late... again. 
There was no 
hot water... again. 
I have an easy fix 
for that.
You wake up early,
and then you get to be 
the first person in the shower. 
I have an idea.
How about buy 
a new hot water heater?
How's that idea?
For the millionth 
and billionth time. 
Did you take your Echinacea?
Yeah.
I think it's getting better. 
What the hell is this? 
It's veggie bacon. 
We're watching our cholesterol, I guess. 
Not me. 
I want real bacon.
Not this fake crap. 
Too bad.
Eat it. 
This smells 
like Band-aids. 
Eat... it. 
So, how's it feel 
to be old? 
How does it feel 
to be a smart ass? 
Good. 
Eat your veggie bacon.
#
You all set?
Yeah, I'm fine. 
All right, see you at home.
Okay, see you. 
#
Chemistry.
It is the study of what?
Anyone?
Ben. 
Chemicals.
Chemicals!
No!
Chemistry is...
Well, technically,
chemistry is 
the study of matter.
But I prefer to see it 
as the study of change.
Now just... 
just think about this.
Electrons. *์ ์๋ค
They...
change their energy levels.
Molecules. *๋ถ์๋ค
Molecules change 
their bonds.
Elements. *์์๋ค
They combine 
and change into compounds.
Well, that's... 
that's all of life.
Right? I mean, it's just... 
It's the constant.
It's the cycle. 
It's solution,
dissolution, just over 
and over and over.
It is growth, then decay, 
then transformation.
It is fascinating, really. 
Chad...
Is there something 
wrong with your table?
Okay.
Ionic bonds...
Are you done?
Ionic bonds.
Chapter 6.
#
And 2, 3 makes 10, 
and 10 makes 20.
Here's your receipt,
and hand this claiming disc 
to your car wash professional.
Thank you. 
Come again. 
He's not coming.
He said he quits. 
I'm gonna run 
the register. 
Bogdan, no. 
We talked about this. 
I'm shorthanded, Walter.
What am I to do?
Walter?
What am I to do?
#
Hey, Mr. White!
Make those tires 
shine, huh? 
Oh, my God.
You would not believe 
who's cleaning Chad's car.
Mr. White...
from Chemistry.
#
Surprise! 
Happy Birthday, Dad! 
You're so very late. 
Really, I'm serious, 
Skyler.
I mean, you're flat 
as a washboard.
You look awesome.
She's not showing 
at all, is she? 
She's showing 
a little. 
Carmen, this is 
my sister Marie. 
Pleased to meet you.
Hi. 
#
Glock 22. 
It's my daily carry, okay?
I mean, unless you're talking, 
what, plus, B-plus loads,
you can forget 
the 9-mil, all right?
I seen one of those 
bounce off a windshield one time. 
Yeah, the way you shoot. 
If you're gonna 
bring a gun, baby.
you gotta bring 
enough gun.
.40 caliber. 
This is awesome right here.
Nice, isn't it? 
Yeah.
Dad, come check this out. 
Yeah, I see it.
Come on, take it. 
Check it out, Walt. 
No, no, 
it's just heavy.
That's why they hire men.
It's not gonna 
bite you, all right?
Looks like Keith Richards 
with a glass of warm milk, doesn't he?
Hey, Walt. Everybody listen up, 
listen up, listen up!
I'm gonna give a toast.
A little toast to my brother-in-law. 
Come here.1158
Walt, you got a brain 
the size of Wisconsin,
but we're not gonna 
hold that against you. *~ ๋๋ฌธ์ ~๋ฅผ ๋์๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ค
Because your heart's 
in the right place, man.
Your heart's 
in the right place.
We love you, man. 
We love you.
Everybody! 
To Walt!
Na zdorovje!
Na zdorovje! 
Oh, shit.
turn on Channel 3. 
At which point we apprehended 
three individuals
and placed them into custody.
I'm proud to say 
the outstanding
professionalism 
of my fellow agents
at the Albuquerque 
District Office
resulted in 
a substantial amount
of methamphetamine 
being taken off the streets. 
Were any shots fired? 
No, ma'am. Our agents took 
the suspects by surprise. 
Damn, the TV does 
add ten pounds. 
Ten pounds? 
Hey, sit and spin. 
Both of you. 
- Hank.
- What?
Sorry. 
You didn't see that. 
So charming. 
This is clearly 
an ongoing operation,
one which was 
well organized... 
Hank, how much 
money is that? 
It's about 700 grand. *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ์ฒ ๋ฌ๋ฌ[ํ์ด๋]
That's a pretty good haul, huh? *(ํ์น๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ถ๋ฒ์ ์ธ ๊ฒ์) ๋ง์ ์
As I say, it's a good day 
for the citizens of Albuquerque
when we can put this big a dent 
in the local drug trade. 
But that's unusual, 
isn't it, that kind of cash? 
Well, it's not the most 
we ever took.
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.
Get a little excitement 
in your life. 
Well, someday.
#
Which one's this? 
That faux-Lalique vase *๋ชจ์กฐ์, ๊ฐ์ง์
I picked up 
at the Super-Swap. 
How's it doing? 
I met my reserve,
and there's still 
two minutes. 
What's up?
You tell me, 
birthday boy.
Oh, hey, so what's up 
for Saturday? 
Car wash.
Bogdan says 
he needs me. 
Until what time? 
Noon? 1-ish? 
Probably 2, 
more like it. 
And then what 
after that? 
Actually...
I was thinking 
of driving
up to Los Alamos.
The visitor center 
has an exhibit on...
It's really supposed 
to be... 
- You're not gonna paint?
- I'll paint.
It's just that this...
part of this exhibition on the...
Mars Rover 
photographs are...
The detail really is just 
supposed to be amazing. 
It's just that I really need you 
to paint at some point.
I mean, the sooner that 
back bedroom gets finished.
And I'd do it myself, except 
you said you don't want me
- standing on the stepladder.
- I'll paint. I will paint. 
What is going on 
down there? 
- No, it's just...
- Is he asleep? 
No, It's nothing. 
You know, just...
You know,
we gotta be careful 
about the baby. 
Don't worry about the baby. 
This is just for you.
We are just 
doing you tonight.
So just close your eyes.
Relax, and let it...
- Close your eyes.
- Okay. 
There you go.
That's it.
That's it.
There you go.
Keep it going.
Keep it going.
Keep it going.
Keep... Yes!
56!
#
This is so embarrassing.
I am fine. Honestly.
It's just some bug 
going around.
First my wife had it, 
then my son, and now me.
It's just like 
a chest cold.
Could be some 
low blood sugar as well.
I didn't have the greatest 
breakfast this morning, honestly.
Hey, listen, can you do me a favor? 
Can you just...
drop me off 
at a corner somewhere? 
No. Sorry.
It's just that I don't have 
the greatest insurance. 
Take a couple 
of deep breaths for me. 
Is there anybody you want us 
to contact for you? 
God, no. 
Lean forward for me, 
would you?
Mr. White, 
are you a smoker? 
No. Never.
Why do you ask?
#
Mr. White.
Mr. White? 
Yes. 
You understood what 
I've just said to you? 
Yes.
Lung cancer. 
Inoperable. 
I'm sorry...
I just need to make sure 
you fully understand.
Best-case scenario, 
with chemo,
I'll live maybe 
another couple years.
It's just...
you've got mustard 
on your...
Right there. 
Mustard, there.
Right there.
#
So my records show 
that I paid it,
and I certainly don't 
feel that we owe any late...
All right.
Well, I'll check 
with the bank
and maybe the post office,
if they lost it or something.
Yeah, let me look 
into that.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
Did you use 
the MasterCard last month?
15.88 at Staples? 
We needed printer paper. 
Walt, the MasterCard's 
the one we don't use. 
Okay. 
So how was your day? 
Oh, I don't know.
I don't know. 
It was, um...
It was fine.
#
Come on. I'm shorthanded. 
I need you to do some wipe-downs.
- Come on.
- What? 
I said I need you outside 
to do some wipe-downs.
Are you here to work 
or to be staring at the skies?
Come on, let's go.
Come on, man. 
- Fuck you, Bogdan.
- What? 
I said fuck you!
And your eyebrows!
Wipe down this!
#
Uh, Hank.
Hank, it's Walt. 
Hey.
Oh, listen... 
I didn't wake you, did I?
Oh, good, good.
No, no, nothing's wrong. 
I just, uh...
I've been, uh, thinking 
about that offer...
that ride-along.
#
It's the last house 
on the right. See it?
Not the two-story one. 
The one next to it.
The kind of... I don't know, 
what do you call that? 
- Green?
- Sage. * (color HEX๊ฐ : #BCB88A)
Sage.
What, do you work at 
the fucking Pottery Barn? 
Sage. 
That's the word for it.
My fault the only word 
your dumb ass knows is green? 
Cheese dick.
I know that one. 
How 'bout that?
Anyway, it's the sage one. 
See it? 
So what tells you 
it's a meth lab? 
Star snitch says *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ๋ชป๋ง๋
ํจ (์์ด๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋·์ ์๋์๊ฒ) ์ผ๋ฌ๋ฐ์น๋ค[๊ณ ์์งํ๋ค] (=sneak)
some dude
goes by Cap'n Cook 
lives up to his name in there. *(๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋์) ๋ถ์ํ๋ค[ํฉ๋นํ๋ค]
Says he always adds 
a dash of chili powder. *์๋์ด
Ah, you exuberant *ํ๊ธฐ[์๋๊ฐ] ๋์น๋
Mexicans. 
Captain Cook, 
that's a white boy's name.
Dopey as hell, too. *๋ฐ๋ณด ๊ฐ์, ๋ฉ์ฒญํ
Yeah? 
Tell you what. *์  ๋ง์ด์ผ, ์ค์ ๋ง์ด์ง, ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ  ๊ฒ ์๋๋ฐ.
I got 20 bucks that 
says he's a beaner. *(US,racial slur,offensive) A Mexican.
- All right.
- You're on. 
All right, 
come on, come on.
All right. School bus is clear. 
Got the green light. 
Copy that. 
Watch this. 
This makes 'em shit. 
Go, go, go. 
Meth labs are nasty 
on a good day.
You mix that wrong, 
you got mustard gas. *๋จธ์คํฐ๋ ๊ฐ์ค(ํํ์ ์ ์ฐ์ด๋ ๋
๊ฐ์ค)
Phosphine gas.
I think. 
Yeah, exactly. 
One whiff will kill you. *(์ ๊น ๋์) ํ
 ๋ผ์น๋[ํ๊ธฐ๋] ๋์
That's why the respirators.
#
House is clear. 
One suspect in custody. 
Copy that.
The suspect, might he be 
of the Latino persuasion? 
Driver's license says 
Emilio Koyama. 
Asian!
Pay up, sucker. 
First name Emilio.
That's at least half 
a beaner.
Tell you what, 
I'll let you off for a 10. *~์๊ฒ ~ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฉดํ๊ฒ ํด ์ฃผ๋ค
Cheer up, Gomey. 
You people still got J. Lo. 
Hank, do you think 
I might get to go inside?
See the actual lab? 
Yeah. Yeah, 
I tell you what,
we're gonna go 
peek our heads in,
check it out first. 
Stay here a minute. 
God.
Oh, my God.
Pinkman?
 #
It's me.
I'm alone. 
How'd you find me? 
You're still 
in our filing system.
So your aunt 
owns this place, right? 
I own it. 
No one's looking for you. 
Why are you here? 
I was curious.
Honestly, 
I never expected you
to amount to much, *amount to much ์๋นํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ค[๋ฌด๊ฐ์นํ๋ค]
but methamphetamine?
I didn't picture that.
There's a lot of money 
in it, huh? 
I don't know what 
you're talking about. 
- No?
- Not a clue. 
Cap'n Cook?
That's not you?
Like I said, 
no one is looking for you. 
Look, I don't know what you think 
you're doing here, Mr. White.
I mean, if you're planning 
on giving me some bowl winder
about getting right with Jesus *๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ค[๋๋ค], ๋ฐ๋ฏํ๊ฒ ํ๋ค[๋๋ค]
by turning myself in... 
- Not really.
- High school was a long time ago.
You ain't Welcome Back Kotter, 
so step off.
No speeches. 
Short speech.
You lost your partner today. 
What's his name?
Emilio?
Emilio is going to prison.
The DEA took all your money, 
your lab.
You got nothing.
Square 1. *starting over or returning to the beginning or initial stage of something
But you know 
the business.
And I know the chemistry.
I'm thinking...
maybe you and I 
could partner up. 
You want to cook crystal meth?
You?
You and, uh... and me? 
That's right.
Either that...
or I turn you in.
#
What the hell is this? 
Damned if I know.
I described it 
as mosaic folk art. 
- Somebody bought it?
- Yeah, some guy in Minneapolis.
$14.00 plus shipping. 
Yes!
At this rate, in 50 or 60 years, 
you'll be rich.
So how goes the novel? 
It's not a novel, 
actually, which I have... 
You're not writing a novel? 
You told me you were. 
No. Short stories.
I said that if eventually 
I have enough good ones
that maybe I'll try and...
publish another collection. 
Those really didn't sell.
I just thought a novel 
would be easier to sell. 
Yeah, well, maybe so. 
Ever want me to read anything, 
I could critique it for you. *๋นํํ๋ค, ํ๋ก ์ ์ฐ๋ค
Oh. No.
I mean, I'm not at 
that stage where I...
No. 
Open offer.
So what's up 
with Walt lately? 
What do you mean? 
He's fine. 
He just seems, 
I don't know...
quieter than usual. 
Turning 50 
is a big deal.
I mean, I'm sure as hell 
not looking forward to 40.
You're gonna be 
a complete basket case. * ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฝ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ ์ฌ๋
So it's mid-life crisis. 
No, he's just quiet. 
- How's the sex?
- Marie, Jesus. 
Guess that answers that.
#
You just gonna sit there? 
This. 
Look at this.
Kjeldahl-style 
recovery flask,
800 milliliters. 
Very rare.
You got your usual 
paraphernalia: * (ํนํ ํน์ ํ ํ๋์ ํ์ํ) ์ฉํ
Griffin beakers, 
your Erlenmeyer flask.
But the pièce de résistance: *๋ถ์ด์์ (ํ๋์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ·์๋ฆฌ์ฆ ์ค์์) ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ค์ํ[์ธ์์ ์ธ] ๊ฒ
a round bottom boiling flask. 
5,000 milliliters. 
Well, I cook in one of those.
The big one. 
One of these?
No, this is a volumetric flask. *์ฉ์ [์ฒด์ ] ์ธก์ ์
You wouldn't cook in one of these. 
Yeah, I do. 
No, you don't.
A volumetric flask is 
for general mixing and titration. *ํํ ์ ์ 
You wouldn't apply heat 
to a volumetric flask.
That's what 
a boiling flask is for.
Did you learn nothing 
from my chemistry class? 
No. You flunked me. 
- Remember?
- No wonder. 
Prick.
Now let me tell you something else. 
This ain't chemistry,
this is art.
Cooking is art.
And the shit I cook is the bomb, 
so don't be telling me. 
The shit you cook is shit.
I saw your setup. 
Ridiculous.
You and I 
will not make garbage.
We will produce 
a chemically pure
and stable product 
that performs as advertised.
No adulterants. No baby formula. *ํผํฉ๋ฌผ(์), ๋ถ์๋ฌผ(์) ((์ฐ์ ์ ์์ ๋ฌผ ๋ฑ))
No chili powder. 
No, no, chili P 
is my signature. 
Not anymore. 
Yeah, well, 
we'll see about that.
- What the hell is this?
- Lab safety equipment.
We're also gonna have 
an emergency eye wash station.
These chemicals 
and their fumes are toxic,
in case you didn't know that. 
Well, you can dress up 
like a faggot if you want.
Not me.
#
Listen, this stuff doesn't 
stay more than a day. 
What? I thought 
we were gonna cook here. 
No, we're not 
gonna cook here.
Okay, this is my house. 
I don't shit where I eat. 
Well, then, where 
are we gonna work? 
You tell me.
This is your deal, man.
You want to smoke it up, 
smoke it up at your house.
Nah, I didn't think so.
Oh, well. 
Well... 
what if we rented one 
of those self-storage places,
you know, those little orange garages, 
worked out of there? *~์์ ์ผํ๋ค, ~์์ ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ๋ค
No. 
They're on to that. 
They got dogs that sniff around.
RV. That's what you want. 
What, like a Winnebago? 
Yeah.
I know a dude 
who wants to sell his.
He just goes camping with it.
But a mobile meth lab?
That'd be the bomb. 
I mean,
drive way out 
in the boonies. *๋ฒฝ์ง, ์ค์ง
Be all evasive.
#
Dude, this isn't even 7 grand. 
My guy wants 85. 
This is all the money 
I have in the world.
You're a drug dealer. 
Negotiate. 
You are not how 
I remember you from class,
I mean, like, not at all. 
- I gotta go.
- Wait, wait. Hold on.
Tell me why 
you're doing this. 
Seriously. 
Why do you do it? 
Money, mainly. 
- There you go.
- Nah, come on!
Man, some straight like you, 
giant stick up his ass, *(idiomatic) A stiff, stern, uptight, or humorless manner.
all of a sudden 
at age, what, 60,
he's just gonna break bad? *To go wrong; to go downhill,  to go wild, get crazy, let loose
- I'm 50.
- It's weird is all, okay? *is all : Without any other reason; only, just and nothing more.
It doesn't compute. 
Listen...
if you've gone crazy 
or something...
I mean, if you've... 
if you've gone crazy
or depressed, 
I'm just saying...
that's something 
I need to know about.
Okay? 
I mean, that affects me. 
I am awake. 
What? 
Buy the RV.
We start tomorrow.
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How's it coming 
in there? 
Fine. 
Do you want me 
or your dad? 
Dad. 
So how are those feeling in the waist? 
Are they too tight?
'Cause you don't want to get 'em 
if they're too tight. 
They're pre-shrunk. *(์ฒ ๋ฑ์ ์ธํํด๋ ์ค์ง ์๋๋ก) ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค์ธ.
Are you sure you don't want 
to get a different kind.
Like, you know, 
the skinny jeans?
Those are really supposed 
to be in style now.
The skaters wear them. 
Do I look like a skater? 
All right. 
Mom, look at 
my big-boy pants.
Mommy, could you 
zip up my big-boy pants? 
- Don't.
- What? 
Don't. 
Walt. 
- Where...
- I have no idea.
You know what? 
Don't even look at them.
They're obviously 
very stupid.
Yep.
I think that, um...
I think those jeans 
look really good on you.
You should get 'em 
if you like 'em, okay?
Why don't you just hang out 
here for a second?
I'll be right back. 
Fine. 
Mommy, I think I pinched a loaf 
in my brand-new big-boy pants. 
- What are you doing?
- What's wrong, chief?
Having a little trouble 
walking? 
Get off me. 
Get off me! 
I'll mess you up, man. *~์๊ฒ ํญํ์ ๊ฐํ๋ค
Well, you'll have one shot. 
You better make it good.
What, are you waiting 
for your girlfriends?
You better go. Take it.
Take your shot. 
Take it! 
Come on. Come on.
- Come on, let's get outta here. 
- Let's go. 
Psycho.
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Yeah, 
nothing but cows!
Got some big cow house 
way out that way, like 2 miles,
but I don't see nobody. 
Cow house? 
Yeah, where they live.
The cows.
Whatever, man.
Yeah, let's cook here. 
Cow house.
God help me. 
What are you doing? 
These are my good clothes.
I can't go home smelling 
like a meth lab. 
Yeah, you can. 
I do.
Those?
Those, uh... 
You're keeping those on, right? 
Come on.
Daylight's burning. 
Oh, my God.
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Oh, this is, uh... 
this is a good look for you.
And you're maybe only the world's 
second biggest homo. 
Would you shut up 
and help me? 
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, work it. *์์ด (๋ถ์ ํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ผ๋ก) ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํด๋ณด๋ค, ์์ ์ฐ๋ค; ์ ํด๋ด๋ค
Baby, work it. 
Turn that off!
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This is glass grade.
I mean, you got...
Jesus, you got crystals in here 
2 inches, 3 inches long.
This is pure glass.
You're a god damn artist.
This is art, 
Mr. White. 
Actually, it's just 
basic chemistry,
but thank you, Jesse. 
I'm glad it's acceptable. 
Acceptable? 
You're the goddamn Iron Chef.
Every jibbhead from here to Timbuktu *Meth addict.
is going to want a taste.
Now I gotta... 
I gotta try this. 
No. No.
No, we only sell it. 
We don't use it. 
Okay, since when?
Listen, you've been watching 
way too much Miami Vice.
That ain't happening. 
So... what now?
How do we proceed? 
We cook more tomorrow.
Meantime...
I know just the guy to talk to.
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Kraze, how you doing, 
my man?
You got a new dog. 
Right on, man. *์ณ์[์ํ๋ค](๊ฐํ ์ฐฌ์ฑ·๊ฒฉ๋ ค๋ฅผ ๋ํ๋) (→right-on)
What's his name?
Yeah, I had 
a dog like that once,
except maybe, 
like, twice as big.
Super purebred.
Now, me personally, I would train him 
to go straight for the nuts... 
Just shut your mouth 
and show me your money. 
I ain't buying, ese. *๋ฉ์์ฝ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ธ, ํ์คํจ๋.
I'm selling.
Tell me that ain't 
the finest scante
you ever laid eyes on. *…์ (์ฒ์) ๋ณด๋ค[๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค], (๋จ๊ณผ) ๋ง๋๋ค
Go ahead, try it. 
Hey, poochie.
How you doing?
Jesus Christ.
See? What'd I say? 
- It's all right.
- It's all right? It's all right?
- Yeah, it's all right.
- So, what? You back in business? 
Hell, yeah, I'm back.
With a vengeance. *๋งน๋ ฌํ
Vato loco gotta make a living. *vato loco : a crazy gangster. usually of hispanic origin.
You know, with your cousin 
gone away and all.
And listen, homes, 
about that.
It really broke me up 
about Emilio.
That dude 
is like my brother.
He okay? 
You talk to him? 
Yeah, yeah, 
I talked to him.
He said when the Feds came, 
you were out
sticking it 
in some neighbor lady. 
Hey, you know, 
I got lucky twice. 
I don't know, man.
Emilio...
He thinks maybe 
you dimed on him. 
That is bullshit.
That is bullshit, 
Krazy-8!
I should kick his punk ass 
for even thinking that.
You know what? 
Next time you talk to Emilio,
you tell him for me, 
all right? 
Why don't you 
tell him yourself? 
- Made bail this morning.
- Go ahead, pendejo. *(US,slang,pejorative) A stupid person.
Kick my ass. 
Hey, listen... 
Where did you get this?
Because I know your little 
punk ass didn't cook it.
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Hey, man.
You some kind of nudist? *๋์ฒด์ฃผ์์(์๋ชธ์ผ๋ก ์ํํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์์ฐ์ค๋ฝ๊ณ  ๊ฑด๊ฐ์๋ ๋ ์ข๋ค๋ ๋ฏฟ์์ผ๋ก ์ท์ ๋ฒ๊ณ  ์ฌ๋ ์ฌ๋)
That's some stone-fine tick tick 
you been cooking there, ese.
How about you come 
work for me? 
I'd be willing 
to sell it to you if...
the price is right. 
You out here 
all by yourself, huh? 
I know you.
He was there when I got busted. 
He's with the DEA! 
No. 
You rat a snitch 
motherfucker! 
Run, Mr. White! Run! 
I say we cap 'em both. 
Hey, you really 
cook up that batch? 
Yeah. 
You an artist.
It's a damn shame. 
Wait! Wait a minute.
Listen to me.
I'll teach you my recipe.
What do you say? 
You want to cook like me?
You let us both live...
and I will teach you.
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Put the cigarette out.
Please. 
Move it, homes.
We ain't got all day. *ํ๋ฃจ์ข
์ผ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ด
Okay.
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What happened?
What'd you 
do to them? 
Red phosphorus 
in the presence of moisture
and accelerated by heat 
yields phosphorus hydride. * (์์ต๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋์๋ฌผ ๋ฑ์) ๋ด๋ค[์ฐ์ถ/์์ฐํ๋ค]
Phosphine gas.
One good whiff and...
We gotta...
We gotta... clean this up.
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Where were you?
Walt.
I don't know what's been going on 
with you lately, but... 
Nothing. 
I'm fine. 
Whatever it is...
I'll tell you this.
I do not like it 
when you don't talk to me.
The worst thing 
you can do is shut me out. *(์๊ฐ·์ถ ๋ฑ์์) ~์ ๋ฐฐ์ [์ ์ธ]์ํค๋ค
Walter, is that you?
 
                    
                   
                    
                   
                    
                  