๐งก ํ๋ฉด ํ์ชฝ์ ์์, ํ ์ชฝ์ ์ด ํฌ์คํธ
window ํค + ์ข์ฐ ๋ฐฉํฅํค
๐งก ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ : ์ตํ ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ
๋ฐ ์ค : ์ ์๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ
* : ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ ๋ถ์ฐ ์ค๋ช
, ์ฌ์ ๋ป
# : ์ฌ ์ ํ, ์ํฉ ์ ํ
#
KDK-12, come in. KDK-12.
KDK-12.
<i>Hey, Bobby, need you to look in on Mrs. * …์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ๋ค
Peyketewa.</i>
She all right?
<i>Her daughter called
from California,</i>
<i>she hasn't heard
from her in a while,</i>
<i>kind of worried.</i>
Will do.
#
Miss Peyketewa, hello.
Miss Peyketewa.
Miss Peyketewa.
KDK-12 here.
Janet, Jesus,
we got a homicide.
<i>Come again? *๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ (์)?(์๋๋ฐฉ์ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ชป ์์๋ค์์ ๋ ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ๋ง์ ํด ๋ฌ๋ผ๋ ๋ป์ผ๋ก ์)
Miss Peyketewa, she's dead.</i>
<i>I need some backup out here.
Okay.
On their way.</i>
Whoever's in there,
show yourself right now.
Hold it right there!
Let me see your hands.
Hands!
All right, down.
On your knees.
You understand me?
Do you speak English?
I said down!
On your knees. Down!
Damn it, get down!
On your knees!
Do it!
On your knees or I'll fire!
# Breaking Bad
- Sunset
#
Yeah.
<i>I found the papers.</i>
<i>Right where you left them,
in the crib.</i>
Yeah, well...
You know best, right?
Anything else?
<i>Do you have any thought</i>
about how we're going to
approach this with Walter Jr?
<i>Well, he's still my son.
I mean, he will remain--</i>
Of course.
<i>My point being the divorce.</i>
<i>Well, I--</i>
I think he gets it.
Don't you?
I mean, I--
I think he saw it coming.
He sees your unhappiness
and--
<i>My unhappiness?</i>
<i>My completely
out-of-the-clear,</i>
blue-sky unhappiness?
<i>Really?</i>
Look, as you said,
for the best.
Yeah.
Okay, um, last thing,
and then I'll let you go.
<i>In the Child Support
Worksheet,</i>
<i>you list medical, dental,</i>
child care, transportation,
housing, education,
food, clothing.
That's right, all of it.
Walt...
No.
<i>Skyler, you wanted me out.</i>
I'm out, but I will
provide for my family.
<i>Not with that money.</i>
You'd be making us
accessories after the fact.
Skyler, how do you think
we've been paying our bills
these last six months?
I have to go.
Yep, I was right.
Three units available,
exact same floor plan. *(๊ฑด๋ฌผ์) ํ๋ฉด๋
I can call over, get you in
to see any of the others
if you'd like.
No. No, this one's fine.
I'll take it.
Now, unfortunately,
this one is the model, so--
Yeah, I like it.
I like everything about it.
I'll-- I'll take it as is.
Name one thing in this world
that is not negotiable.
#
Oh, Jesus.
You have to clean the fryer.
Yes, sir.
So we try to clean them
every night,
but make sure it's off
before you open
the intake valve.
Good.
Now, I suggest
that you add this
to your Monday
maintenance schedule.
Yes, sir.
Main valve on, main switch on.
Give the compressor time for
the needle to enter the green.
#
You're for real.
This is all you?
All me.
Heisenberg who?
That's what I say.
My man Jesse can cook.
Check it, yo.
It ain't cloudy or dirty or nothing.
Just the right shade of blue.
Good shade.
Check out that crystal size, yo.
If that bitch was any bigger,
it would be a Jolly Rancher.
Be my guest.
Hit it.
You sure?
I feel kind of diggish with
you being in rehab and all.
No. I can watch, yo.
I can cook, and I can watch.
Go for it. I tried it, like, last week.
I'm still coming down.
Go easy.
Okay.
Ho-- whoa-- whoa.
<i>Whoo! Riverdance!</i>
Hey-- Hey, stop marking up
my floor, dumbass. Come on.
Whoa-- Whoa-- ooh!
Bow before me.
Wow.
I am Lord of the Dance.
Huh?
Shit.
I gotta try that again.
Uh, yeah, no,
I think you're good.
That is awesome, Jesse.
I feel like somebody took
my brain out
and boiled it in, like,
boiling hot--
It's the bomb, man, seriously.
...like-- like anthrax.
Good.
So, um...
You ready to talk
some business?
You mean, this is not, like, just...
recreational?
Uh-uh. I know
what you're thinking.
Trust me. It's not going
to be like it was--
all right,
never gonna be like it was.
How's that?
We sell it safe.
All right? We sell it smart.
We don't get greedy...
Like before.
I don't know, man.
Combo and all.
Still.
Man's gotta make his living.
If it's like Jesse says
and we're not greedy...
I mean, I guess I can see it.
Had a good thing going before
we started pushing our luck.
Yeah.
If it can go back to being
like that and all--
Hey, it will be.
Step 1--
we build inventory.
Badger, go see Clovis.
Get the RV in shape--
tune up, oil change,
brake lights, and whatnot.
Cops always pull you over
for brake lights.
Not us.
Cautious.
You got it.
All right,
you know that buzzer thing.
Leave the key in the ignition,
and it buzzes, whatever.
Yeah. Just have him put
in one of those, too.
Skinny, you're
in charge of supplies.
I'll get you a list.
Right on.
Yeah?
Yeah.
All right.
#
So, uh... we good?
Yeah.
We good?
Right on, man.
All right.
Let's do this thing.
Brandon Mayhew.
I know you.
Small world, Albuquerque.
#
Want to talk about it?
Why? It's not like
I get a vote.
You know, ironically,
I think you're going to see
much more of me from now on.
- Sure.
- Well, just as much of me at least.
I'm taking you to the school,
to and from, every day.
What, I don't get a vote
in this, either?
I gotta stop going with Louis
just because
you're feeling guilty?
I do feel guilty.
I am the man that I am, son,
and there's plenty I would
change about that, but...
Here we are
and this is just what it is.
You know what?
Call me crazy, but I'm actually
feeling very good about the future.
#
Morning.
They're back.
Uh, I'm just wondering
if we should maybe call
the police or something.
Why?
They're doing nothing wrong.
Okay, let's put this
on table 33, okay?
#
Hello, there.
Uh, Mr. White, I presume?
Oh, yes. Hi.
I am-- Sorry.
I'll be right down.
Hi. Gale Boetticher.
Hi.
You're my new lab assistant,
I take it.
Yes, I am.
I suppose you'll want
to hear my qualifications.
I have my, uh--
my resume here for you.
I received
my bachelor's degree from UNM,
my master's from
the University of Colorado.
Organic chemistry
with a specialty in--
It's all right there.
"X-ray crystallography."
Really.
I could talk about that
for hours.
I would love to.
Well, first,
I'm curious about this.
That's a little pet project
of mine.
Hm.
See, in my opinion,
it's all about
the quinic acid level.
You want just north
of 4,800 milligrams per liter,
but if you over-boil
to get there,
you're going to leach * ์นจ์ถ์ํค๋ค
your tannins.
Bitterness. Yuck.
So I pull a mild vacuum.
That way, I can keep the temperature
no higher than 92 C, and uh...
Let's see.
Judge for yourself.
Oh, my God.
My God, that is the best
coffee I've ever tasted.
Sumatran beans,
and I also have to give
credit to the grind,
but, uh, thank you,
Mr. White.
Walt, please.
Call me Walt.
Huh, why the hell
are we making meth?
#
Hey.
Tell me, with the phenylacetic
acid solution,
you said 150 drops per minute
for the first 10 minutes,
and then 90 for the remainder.
Why is that?
Well, my thinking is,
by tapering the phenyl, you get an
oilier aqueous layer, and hence--
Better benzene extraction.
Exactly.
But actually I prefer ether.
Oh. I'll have it
for tomorrow.
Gale, I'm wondering how you--
Ended up here.
Well, actually,
I'm still wondering
how I ended up here, but, yes.
I mean, I can't imagine
we strike each other * (…ํ๋ค๋) ์ธ์[๋๋]์ ์ฃผ๋ค
as criminals.
Well, there's crime,
and then there's crime,
I suppose.
I'm definitely a libertarian.
Consenting adults
want what they want,
and if I'm not supplying it,
they will get it
somewhere else.
At least with me, they're getting
exactly what they pay for.
No added toxins or adulterants.
Yeah, I was doing it
the way you are supposed to,
pursuing my doctorate
at Colorado,
NSF research grant.
I was on my way,
jumping through hoops,
kissing the proper behinds,
attending
to all the non-chemistry
that one finds oneself
occupied with.
You know that world.
That is not
what I signed on for. *sign on for …์ ์ข
์ฌํ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ช
๊ณ์ฝํ๋ค
I love the lab.
Because it's all still magic.
You know?
Chemistry?
I mean, once you lose that...
It is. It is magic.
It still is.
And all the while
I kept thinking
about that great,
old Whitman poem.
"When I Heard
the Learn'd Astronomer."
Walt Whitman.
I-- I don't know what.
Uh, anyway...
Well, can you recite it?
Pathetically enough I could.
All right, well...
No, no, come on.
Come on.
Yeah?
When I heard
the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures,
were ranged in columns
before me;
When I was shown the charts
and the diagrams,
to add, divide,
and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the
astronomer, where he lectured
with much applause
in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, * ์ดํด[์ค๋ช
]ํ ์ ์๋ (=inexplicable)
I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out,
I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist
night-air,
and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence
at the stars.
Yes, I am a nerd.
Bravo.
Thank you.
#
Come on, Pinkman.
You little rat bastard.
Get off your lazy ass
and go bream the law.
Hey, baby.
<i>Are you ever coming home?</i>
Marie, I'm working.
All right?
<i>Did you find it? The RV?</i>
<i>Nope. Working on it, so...</i>
Why can't you just arrest him,
make him tell you?
<i>It's not that simple, baby.</i>
<i>There's a little thing
called The Constitution.</i>
The Constitution, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah.
<i>This kid, I swear to God,
I wish I just could--</i>
This is that Pinkman character?
<i>That's the one.</i>
<i>Positive the little bastard
has got an RV,</i>
and I just don't know
where he keeps it.
Until he actually leads me
to where--
or does something,
I'm stuck here, Marie,
so... sorry.
Well, um... not to bring up
ancient history,
but I for one can think of someone
who might know something...
Possibly.
It's worth a shot.
Yeah?
Who?
#
Hello.
<i>Oh, hey, buddy.
Hey, how you doing?</i>
Oh, hey, Hank.
What's up?
<i>Listen, I hate to bother you.</i>
<i>I just-- I just, uh--
I just have a quick question.</i>
Oh, shoot.
<i>Now, I'm only asking you this
because I'm at a, you know,</i>
dead-end here potentially.
I'm working a case,
and, uh--
Listen, you gotta know that I
would never put you on the spot * (๊ณค๋ํ ์ง๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก) ~๋ฅผ ๊ณคํน์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค๋ค
<i>or make you uncomfortable.</i>
Hank, you could just
cut to the chase. *๋ฐ๋ก ๋ณธ๋ก ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค
Back when we lost you
and I was trying
to track you down
<i>through a former student
of yours, Jesse Pinkman,</i>
<i>now, you know that I know</i>
that once upon a time he may
have dealt you a little weed.
Hank--
<i>Just a little, and I so
do not care about that.</i>
As far as I'm concerned,
you never inhaled, okay?
<i>Like you said,
cut to the chase.</i>
<i>Do you remember
if this Pinkman kid</i>
<i>ever had an RV?</i>
<i>You know,
a recreational vehicle,</i>
<i>you know,
like a Winnebago-type deal,</i>
brown and beige?
Uh, why?
<i>Well, it's a long story,</i>
<i>but I'm personally of the opinion
that he's moved on from weed</i>
<i>and graduated to selling
crystal meth,</i>
<i>using it as a rolling lab.</i>
Walt?
#
Yo.
What? Mr. White.
<i>Hey, how's my favorite genius?</i>
Is this a secure line?
<i> Is this a secure--</i>
<i>Yes, what's with the--</i>
Hey, hello to you, too.
<i>Listen, we've got a problem,
a DEA problem.</i>
Okay, I'm listening.
<i>My brother-in-law,
he knows about the RV.</i>
What RV?
Our RV,
the one which contains
a meth lab,
<i>which is covered
with my fingerprints.</i>
<i>Ring a bell?</i> *๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค[(๋ค์ด๋ณด๋) ๋ฏ์ด ์ต๋ค]
Okay, what exactly does
"knows about" mean?
Does he have it?
Has he searched it?
No, he knows it exists,
and he's trying to find it.
<i>He has linked it to Jesse,</i>
<i>and it's only a matter of time</i>
<i>before he tracks it down,
so--</i>
<i>So get rid of it. What are you doing
sitting here talking to me for?</i>
<i>Better yet, *(๋ ๋์ ์์ด๋์ด๋ฅผ ์ ์ํ๊ธฐ ์ํด) ์๋๋ฉด
have Pinkman get rid of it.</i>
<i>Right? You don't go near it.</i>
No, no, listen,
my brother-in-law,
he is surveying Jesse's house.
<i>Do you understand?
So he might've tapped the phones</i>
<i>or bugged his house.</i>
<i>Jesus. Plan A, then.</i>
Go. Get to it
before the feds do.
And do what exactly?
I mean, what--
The thing-- The thing
is the size of a--
It's RV size.
<i>I mean, where do I go
to make an RV disappear?</i>
I'm not David Copperfield.
<i>What do I look like,</i>
the RV disposal people?
Did you not plan
for this contingency? * ๋ง์ผ์ ์ฌํ (=possibility)
No.
Well, next time,
plan for it, would you?
<i>The Starship Enterprise
had a self-destruct button.</i>
I'm just saying.
Okay, oh, shut up.
#
I'm just saying, you know,
you're good with tools and all.
Why don't you invent a
water-powered car, you know?
If you did that,
you would be rolling in it.
Socket wrench.
The big one.
What?
You scared of the Arabs?
Are you out of your mind?
Why is this out in the open?
Who the hell are you?
He's-- He's Heisenberg.
Is this drivable?
Does it run?
Yeah, I was just
changing the oil.
Well, finish it, quickly.
We'll wipe it clean
and take it out to the desert.
Come on, help me.
Hold up.
What's this about?
The DEA,
the Drug Enforcement
Administration.
You've heard of them,
haven't you?
I know you have.
They know all about this RV,
and they're trying
to find it right now.
I want this
off my property now.
No, no, no, no, no, we have
got to destroy the evidence.
We've got to rig this thing to burn. *(๋ถ์ ํ ์๋ฒ์ผ๋ก) ์กฐ์ํ๋ค (=fix)
Do you understand?
Not here you don't.
Just get it the hell out of here.
Now, listen to me.
I need your help, okay?
If I go down, we all go down.
Do you understand?
All right, just--
I know a better way.
I know a guy that'll wipe this off
the planet, no questions asked.
Call him.
Hey, what about Jesse?
What about him?
Hey, it's me.
Wanna hear something weird?
Now, listen to me.
You get that address.
Now, Badger, I don't care how!
You find out
where he's taking it!
Oh, yeah.
#
Excuse me. Are you leaving?
Excuse me, gentlemen.
This booth
is for paying customers only.
Cynthia, it's okay.
I'll handle this.
#
96, 97, 98,
99, 100.
Beyond recovery, right?
Now, beyond recovery means--
I get it.
Beyond
recovery.
Obliterated, no evidence. *(ํ์ ์) ์์ ๋ค[์ง์ฐ๋ค]
Hey, don't worry.
When we're through with it, it's
going to be about yea big, okay? * ์์ด (์์ ํผ์ณ ๋ณด์ด๋ฉด์) ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํฐ[๋์], ์์ฒญ๋๊ฒ ํฐ[๋์]
Then we flatbed it
over to Long Beach,
ship it across the Pacific.
Chinese turn it
into patio furniture,
so... mind at ease.
Listen, can you do me a favor?
I'm obviously going to need
a ride.
Could you call a cab?
You got it.
Pleasure doing business.
Thank you.
I'll be right behind you.
I just need to...
God.
#
The hell you think you're doing?
Me?
No, this is mine
just as much as yours!
You don't get to just--
Oh, God. Oh, God.
What?
God, they're out--
What?
He's here.
Who's here?
Holy--
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
You led him right to us.
#
Shit.
Mr. Pinkman, you want
to add resisting arrest?
We'll add it.
No skin off my ass.
Last chance to do it
the easy way.
Got a warrant?
Who are you?
Who are you? What do you
know about this RV?
Well, I'm the owner
of this lot,
which means you're trespassing
on private property.
As far as the RV goes,
seems to me it's locked,
which means you're trying
to break and enter,
so I say again,
you got a warrant?
Well, I don't need
one if I've got probable cause,
counselor.
Probable cause
usually relates to vehicles,
is my understanding,
you know, traffic stops
and whatnot.
See these round rubber things?
Wheels.
This is a vehicle.
This is a domicile, * ๊ฑฐ์ฃผ์ง[์ฃผ์](ํนํ ๊ณต์์ ·๋ฒ๋ฅ ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํฌ ๋ ์ฐ๋ ๋ง)
a residence,
and thus protected
by the Fourth Amendment
from unlawful search
and seizure.
Look buddy, why don't you
just go out and--
Did you see this drive in here?
How do you know it runs?
Did you actually witness
any wrongdoing?
It seems to me you're just out here...
fishing.
Don't see that holding up
in a court of law.
Oh, yeah?
Well, look at these.
What do those look like to you?
They sure look
like bullet holes to me.
There was a firearm discharged *๋ฐ์ฌ[๋ฐํฌ]ํ๋ค
inside of this "domicile."
Willing to bet there's
a judge or two out there
who'd see that as probable
cause, but I'll tell you what.
Why don't you call
the Albuquerque police--
How could you have
known that they were there
before you took off the tape?
What?
How could you have known
that they were there
before you took off the tape?
Say it. Say it.
How could you have known that they were
there before you took off the tape?
That's right.
Probable cause needs
to be readily apparent. *readily ์์ฝ๊ฒ, ์์กฐ๋กญ๊ฒ (=freely)
Huh.
There's somebody in there.
...private domicile
and I won't be harassed.
Yeah, I'll tell
you what, Pinkman.
Probable cause or no,
I'll give you three seconds
to get your ass out here.
1, 2--
This is my own private domicile,
and I will not be harassed.
Bitch.
Oh, yeah.
Fine. You want your warrant?
I'll have my guys
bring it out here
and deliver it to you
on a little satin pillow.
How's that?
I waited this long.
Wait a little longer.
Hey, Vicky.
Yeah, Schrader.
Give me Merkert, will you?
#
You know, I say--
I say we just ram him. * (๊ฐ๋์ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ, ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฐจ๋์ ๋ฐ ๋ฑ์) ๋ค์ด๋ฐ๋ค
All right?
I mean, we, uh--
we-- we start her up
and just ram the shit
out of his truck.
We make our escape. Right? *๋์ฃผํ๋ค
Yeah, he'd, uh--
he'd shoot me in the head.
Yeah, he'd shoot me
in the head.
So what do we do, man, huh?
What do we--
What?
Please tell me
you got something.
Yeah, I got something.
It's me.
We need your help.
#
Yeah.
<i>Is this
Mr. Henry R. Schrader?</i>
Yeah. Who's this?
<i>Sir, this is Officer Elaine Tanner
with the Albuquerque Police.</i>
<i>Is your wife Marie Schrader?</i>
Yes, why?
<i>I'm sorry to inform you that your
wife's been in an automobile accident.</i>
<i>She's being airlifted
to Los Ranchos Medical Center</i>
<i>and should be arriving there
shortly.</i>
How is she?
What's her condition?
<i>I don't, um...</i>
<i>have the most current
information, sir,</i>
<i>but I think you might want to
get there as soon as possible.</i>
You're going to have
to start paying me more.
#
<i>Marie?
I'm just checking in.</i>
<i>I'd love to have some idea</i>
<i>of whether I should
cook dinner or not.</i>
Are you okay?
<i>Yeah. Why?</i>
<i>Hank? What's up?</i>
