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๐งก ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ : ์ตํ ๊ตฌ๋ฌธ
๋ฐ ์ค : ์ ์๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ
* : ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ ๋ถ์ฐ ์ค๋ช
, ์ฌ์ ๋ป
# : ์ฌ ์ ํ, ์ํฉ ์ ํ
#
In the little village where I was born,
life moved at a slower pace...
...yet felt all the richer for it.
There, my two uncles were known far
and wide for their delicious cooking.
They seasoned their zesty chicken... *๊ฐํ ํ๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง, ์๊ทน์ ์ฃผ๋
...using only the freshest herbs
and spices.
People called them
Los Pollos Hermanos...
..."The Chicken Brothers."
Today, we carry on their tradition...
...in a manner that would make
my uncles proud.
The finest ingredients are brought
together with loving care...
...then slow-cooked to perfection.
Yes, the old ways are still best
at Los Pollos Hermanos.
But don't take my word for it. *~์ ๋ํ ๋ค ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ์๊ฒ
One taste and you'll know.
# Breaking Bad
- Kafkaesque
#
Two-oh-one-point-six.
Jesus, seriously.
Better over than under.
Over by a pound and a half.
I thought you were all, like, precise.
Whatever.
We'll just save it out till next week.
We ship it as is.
What, are we running a charity?
Come on, man. We're gonna take it out.
Leave it. One batch, one ship.
Stop complicating things.
Why are you purposely giving him
free meth?
These bitches are bleeding us
enough already.
You are paid extraordinarily well.
- Why can't you just appreciate that?
- Yeah. Hey, I've been crunching numbers, all right?
- Oh, you've been crunching numbers?
- Yeah. I've been crunching numbers.
And I don't gotta be a mathematician
to figure out...
...that this deal you made is bullshit.
- We both earn...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
A million and a half each.
What did he do?
What's he getting, huh?
Say he's wholesaling at
40 large a pound.
That's probably high.
High. What, for our stuff?
That's what I was getting.
All right, look,
say he's getting 40 a pound.
All right, 200 pounds a week
for three months.
And, like, what happens at the end
of the three months? Look, whatever.
Two hundred pounds a week
for three months. That's 2400 pounds.
Twenty-four hundred
times 40,000 is...
And I swear to God,
I double-checked this like 10 times.
Ninety-six million dollars.
Ninety-six million dollars.
All right? Ninety-six million.
Ninety-six to our three.
That is messed up, yo.
That is so messed up.
- Fairness-wise, I can't even...
- Jesse.
You are now a millionaire
and you're complaining?
What world do you live in?
One where the dudes who are actually
doing all the work ain't getting fisted.
What is going on with you lately?
What's happened to you?
Hang on, can't we just...?
Hey, we gotta hash this out. *~์ ๊ณ์ ๋
ผ์ํ์ฌ ๋์ ๋ณด๋ค[๊ฒฐ๋ก ์ ๋ด๋ค]
Hey, what's more important
than money?
#
These things they laughingly *๊ฐ์๋กญ๊ฒ๋
call pillows...
...I would not give them
to prison inmates.
You want me to go ask for another?
No, just remind me to bring his
from home.
They're not moving his legs enough.
Hey, everybody.
Hi, Marie. Is it okay if I visit?
Yeah.
His color looks good.
Gomey, is that you?
Buddy, yeah, it's me.
That's you, Gomey?
Yeah, Hank. I'm right here.
Come here. Closer.
- What is it?
- Closer.
Asshole.
Man, he got you good.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm glad to see you still have
your twisted sense of humor.
God.
Hey, check this out.
I got something
that'll make you feel better.
Been keeping an eye on that blue meth
of yours. Six, seven weeks, nothing.
Then all of a sudden, boom,
it's popping up everywhere.
Look at the new locations.
Texas, Nevada, up in Farmington.
Even right here in town.
A teener here and there, you know,
strictly street-level amounts.
Man, it's crazy.
How exactly is that supposed
to make me feel better?
Because you were right.
You're the only one that
saw this coming.
Well, three cheers for me.
This thing doesn't do a damn thing.
Hank, it's probably still on lock-out.
It's been an hour, right?
I'm hurting here.
I could use some meds.
I'll go find somebody.
Hey, no more shop talk. *(์์ ์) ์ง์ฅ[์ผ]์ ๋ํ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ
Sorry.
I didn't see it coming.
What? Damn right, you did.
No, I didn't see shit.
Day late and dollar short, as usual. *a day late and a dollar short ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ฌด ์ง์๋ ์ธ๋ชจ์๋ค
The only reason I'm even breathing...
...is I got a warning call.
A warning call? What do you mean?
One minute
before they attacked me...
...somebody called my cell
and told me to expect it.
A voice scrambler.
Could have been anybody.
Marie's got my phone somewhere,
if you want to run the incoming.
Not that you're gonna learn anything
worth knowing.
I don't get it. Cartel hit?
- Who would have called to warn you?
- I don't know.
Oh, Jesus.
- Come on already.
- Okay.
#
Skyler, I had nothing to do...
Are we safe?
Yes.
Are you safe?
Absolutely.
#
Jesse?
Jesse?
What about you?
Face looks better.
How's it all going?
Anything you wanna tell us about?
What, like my interesting life?
One day pretty much bleeds
into the next.
Been working a lot.
- Got a job.
- Job is good.
It's in a Laundromat.
It's totally corporate.
Corporate Laundromat.
It's, like, rigid. All kinds of red tape. *red tape ๊ด๋ฃ์ฃผ์์ ์ธ
My boss is a dick.
The owner, super dick.
I'm not worthy to meet him,
but everybody's scared of the dude.
The place is full
of dead-eyed douche bags...
...the hours suck and nobody knows
what's going on, so...
Sounds kind of Kafkaesque. *์นดํ์นด์ ์ธ, ๋ถ์กฐ๋ฆฌํ๊ณ ์์ธํ
Yeah.
Totally Kafkaesque.
Majorly. *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ํนํ ็พ ์์ฃผ, ๋ชน์, ๊ทน๋๋ก
#
From the U.S. Attorney in Santa Fe.
Very nice.
You've got all these nice tulips
and baby's breath. *์์ง๋์ด ๊ฝ
Oh, and this is chrysanthemum.
That looks like chrysanthemum.
- Yeah.
- Look at these, Hank.
- Aren't they beautiful?
- Beautiful.
Wow, look at the size of this basket.
It's got so many goodies in it.
Look, chocolate-covered pretzels
and cheese sticks...
...and some fancy designer olives. *์ ๋ช
๋ธ๋๋์
You had me at cheese sticks. You're
gonna have to fight me for those, Hank.
"Get well and best wishes
from Ted Beneke...
...and all the folks
at Beneke Fabricators." *์ ์์, ์กฐ๋ฆฝ์
Wow, he gives you all this time off
and now this.
- Get me a job there.
- I know. He's great.
Boss hall of fame. I don't see anything
here from Kleinman.
They're gonna have to get
on the stick.
- How's everybody doing today?
- Good. We're good.
- How are you?
- I'm very good.
Hi, Hank. Just gonna do
a quick peripheral response, all right? *๋ง์ด์, ์ฃผ๋ณ๋ถ์
- See where we're at.
- Moment of truth?
Yeah, I wouldn't call it that.
All right, let's just take a look here.
All right.
All right, now I want you to tell me
if you can feel this.
All right.
How about this?
Okay.
How about now?
Do that one again, would you?
Right there?
- Yeah, yeah, I feel a tingle. *๋ฐ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆผ, ์ผ์ผํจ
- Okay, on a scale of one to ten...
...ten being your normal level of feeling
and one being no feeling at all.
Oh, I don't know.
- Four?
- Okay, four. Okay.
And how about there?
Yeah. A six.
Okay, good. And here.
Yeah, still there. A little less.
- A three.
- Okay.
All right, good.
Thank you very much, Hank.
Did good.
So this is good news, right?
Oh, yeah, definitely.
Gosh.
It looks like some nerve function
is returning.
Oh, thank God.
All right, so when do we get him
walking again?
#
Marie, it's important
that we manage our expectations.
We're talking about months
of very hard work.
And even then,
the odds, they're not great.
But you can't know for sure.
- No.
- When does he start physical therapy?
We've sent the paperwork
to your insurance.
It's high-priority. We should have
pre-authorization in the next few days.
Certainly by early next week.
Next week?
No, that's not gonna do it.
I've looked into this.
And the sooner physical therapy
begins, the better his chances are.
He needs daily sessions.
Isn't that right?
- Well...
- Actually...
...your plan's treatment program
covers four sessions a week.
Actually, she asked the doctor.
Plan-wise, four treatments a week
is fairly typical.
And the therapists in your network
are mostly fine.
Mostly fine. Okay, well,
there's a ringing endorsement. *ringing ๊ฐ๋ ฅํ, ํธ์๋ ฅ ์๋ *endorsement ๋ณด์ฆ
Look, if Hank had more physical
therapy with better therapists...
...wouldn't it be more likely
he would walk?
It's very hard to say, Marie.
Is the health plan's way
medically justifiable? Sure.
Is it absolutely optimal?
You know, screw it.
I'll make sure he gets what he needs.
They can just reimburse me later. *๋ฐฐ์[๋ณ์ ]ํ๋ค
Mrs. Schrader, I get your frustration.
Really, I do.
But my best advice is stay
in the network. Don't go out of pocket.
Physical therapy is just
the beginning.
We're talking nursing care,
modifications to your home...
...occupational therapy,
medical equipment.
It could run into the hundreds
of thousands of dollars.
So what?
We're just supposed to compromise
on his care?
Well, if you don't follow
the insurance company's procedures...
...they may never pay you back.
I've seen patients and their families
go bankrupt waiting to be reimbursed.
Who is the best physical therapist
that you know?
I can give you some names.
But they're not likely to be
on your plan.
To hell with the plan.*~๋ ๋ ๋๋ก ๋๋ผ์ง[~๋ ์ด์ฐ ๋๋ ๋ง๋ ]
#
There he is. Finally.
I went ahead and started without you.
Ladies, this is Jesse-san.
He's in for the full treatment.
Hey, kick off your shoes. Lay back.
- Exfoliate.
- Maybe later.
Where's the maestro,
out parking the minivan?
Do I look like his shadow?
Who cares where he's at?
What am I doing here?
Well, I was gonna have you two
flip a coin.
But since the genius can't be bothered,
today's your lucky day.
Look around, kiddo. It's all yours.
What?
- This?
- Yeah.
You are now the owner
of this fine establishment.
- For free?
- Free?
Oh, ladies, cover your ears.
No, not free.
Look, hey, this is a squeaky-clean,
highly profitable...
At least potentially.
- Local institution looked upon with
favor by the Chamber of Commerce...
...Better Business Bureau.
At $312,000, it's a steal.
Three-hundred-and-twelve thousand?
Don't you get it? On the outside,
it's a nail salon, right?
On the inside, it's the best money
laundry a growing boy could ask for.
Wait, wait, wait. Hey.
Ladies, thank you. Thank you.
Good job. Come back here.
Sit. Come on, come on.
Humor me here for a second. *์ ๊น๋ง ๋ด๋ง ์ข ๋ค์ด๋ด
Now, you know you need to launder
your money, right?
Do you understand the basics of it,
placement, layering, integration?
I ain't buying no damn nail salon,
so just forget it.
You want to stay out of jail, don't you?
I mean, you wanna keep your money
and your freedom.
Because I got three little letters
for you: IRS.
If they can get Capone,
they can get you.
Hey, look. Here's you, right?
Pink, Pinkman. Get it?
Okay, here's your cash.
You're out on the town.
Yeah, you're partying hearty.
You're knocking boots
with the chicky babes. Oh, who's this?
It's the tax man.
And he's looking at you.
Now, what does he see?
He sees a young fellow
with a big fancy house...
...unlimited cash supply and no job.
Now, what is the conclusion
the tax man makes?
- I'm a drug dealer.
- Wrong.
Million times worse.
You're a tax cheat.
What do they do?
They take every penny...
...and you go in the can
for felony tax evasion.
What was your mistake?
You didn't launder your money.
Now, you give me your money, okay?
That's called placement.
Hand me that little thing... Bin.
This is the nail salon, right?
I take your dirty money and I slip it *(์ด๋ค ์์น์์ ๋ฒ์ด๋) ๋ฏธ๋๋ฌ์ง๋ค[๋น ์ ธ ๋๊ฐ๋ค]
into the salon's nice clean cash flow.
That's called layering.
Final step, integration.
The revenues from the salon
go to the owner. That's you.
Your filthy drug money
has been transformed...
...into nice, clean, taxable income...
...brought to you by a savvy investment *์๋ น[์์] ์๋
in a thriving business.
So you want me to buy this place
so I can pay taxes.
I'm a criminal, yo.
Yeah, and if you wanna stay a criminal
and not become, say, a convict... *๊ธฐ๊ฒฐ์, ์ฌ์์
...maybe you should grow up
and listen to your lawyer.
Right, so you can get your 5 percent.
No, that's 17 percent.
I heard you say 5.
You said it right in front of me.
Yeah, that was for your partner.
It's privileges of seniority and all.
But for you, it's the usual,
17 percent and that's a bargain.
Hey, what? You... Hey, listen...
Come on, I'm talking to you about
your future here. Listen to reason.
#
How is your brother-in-law?
He'll live.
Good. I'm glad.
Walter, you seem troubled.
How can I help you?
I asked to see you in order
to clear the air. *(๊ฑฑ์ ·์์ฌ ๋ฑ์ ๋ํด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํจ์ผ๋ก์จ) ์ํฉ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค
There are some issues that could cause
a misunderstanding between us...
...and I think it's in our best interests
to just lay the cards on the table. *์๋ด๋ฅผ ํธ์ด๋๋ค.
That's the best way to do business.
My brother-in-law,
moments before he was attacked...
...someone called to warn him.
I believe that same person
was protecting me.
Those two men, the assassins...
...I believe I was their prime target.
But that somehow, they were steered
away from me to my brother-in-law. *steer away from ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋งํ ๊ฒ๋ค์์๋ถํฐ ํผํ๋ค
Because of this intervention...
...I am alive.
And yet I think that this person...
...was playing a much deeper game.
He made that phone call
because he wanted a shootout... *์ด๊ฒฉ์ , ๊ต์
...not a silent assassination.
In one stroke,
he bloodied both sides... *verb. to make something bloody or to cover something in blood.
...set the American and Mexican
governments against the cartel... *set sbd against sbd ~๋ก ํ์ฌ๊ธ ~์๊ฒ ๋ฑ์ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ํ๋ค
and cut off the supply
of methamphetamine
to the Southwest.
If this man had
his own source of product
on this side of the border...
he would have the market
to himself. *ํผ์ (๋
์ฐจ์งํ๋)
The rewards would be...
enormous.
We're both adults.
I can't pretend I don't know
that person is you.
I want there to be
no confusion.
I know I owe you my life.
And more than that,
I respect the strategy.
In your position,
I would've done the same.
One issue which troubles me--
I don't know what happens
when our three-months
contract ends.
What would you like
to happen?
You know why I do this.
I want security
for my family.
Then you have it.
Three million
for three months.
That was our agreement.
Extended annually,
twelve million a year.
Call it fifteen.
Open-ended. *์ ์ฝ[์ ํ]์ ๋์ง ์์, (์ ์ ·์ถ๊ฐ ๋ฑ์) ์กฐ์ ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฅํ
Would that be agreeable? * (๋๊ฐ) ๋ฐ์๋ค์ผ ์ ์๋, ์๋ง์
#
Part of the reason we talk
about what gets us riled up, *์ง์ฆ๋๊ฒ/๊ท์ฐฎ๊ฒ ํ๋ค
and in our daily lives
is to help each other
put a finger
on what our relapse triggers *(์ด์ ์ํ๋ก๋์์ง๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ข์ ์ํ๋ก) ๋ค์ ๋น ์ง๋ค[๋๋์๊ฐ๋ค]
might be,
head off our disease *…์ ๋ง๋ค, ์ ์งํ๋ค; …์ ํํผํ๋ค.
before it comes back.
So... anyone?
Free license
to bitch and moan. *bitch (ํนํ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ํด) ์์ ํ๋ค
*moan ํฌ๋[์นญ์ผ]๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค, ๋ถํํ๋ค (=grumble, whine)
How often do you get that?
Jesse, last time
you seemed pretty down
about your job
at the Laundromat.
Let me ask you something.
If you had the chance
to do anything you wanted,
what would you do?
Make more green, man,
a lot more.
Forget about money.
Assume you have all you want.
Um...
I don't know.
I guess I would make something.
Like what?
Not that it even matters,
but...
work with my hands,
I guess.
Building things,
like...
carpentry or brick laying *carpentry ๋ชฉ์์ผ *brick laying ๋ฒฝ๋ ์๊ธฐ(ๅฃ~)
or something?
I took this vo-tech class *(๊ต๊ณผ๋ชฉ์ผ๋ก์) ์ง์
๊ธฐ์ ์(vocational technical)
in high school,
wood working.
I took a lot of vo-tech classes
because it was just
a big jerk off,
but this one time
I had this teacher
name of, uh...
Mr. Pike.
I guess he was, like,
a Marine or something
before he got old.
He was hard of hearing. *๊ท๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋
My project for his class
was to make this wooden box,
you know, like a small--
just like a-- like a box,
you know, to put stuff in.
So I wanted to get the thing
done just as fast as possible.
I figured I could cut classes *์์
[๊ฐ์]์ ๋นผ๋จน๋ค
for the rest of the semester,
and he couldn't flunk me
as long as I, you know,
made the thing.
So I finished it
in a couple days.
It looked pretty lame,
but it worked,
you know, for putting stuff in
or whatnot.
So when I showed it
to Mr. Pike
for my grade,
he looked at it
and said,
"Is that the best you can do?"
At first I thought to myself,
"Hell, yeah, bitch.
"Now give me a D and shut up
so I can go blaze one
with my boys."
I don't know.
Maybe it was the way
he said it, but...
it was, like, he w--
he wasn't exactly saying
it sucked.
He was just asking me
honestly,
"Is that all you got?"
And for some reason
I thought to myself,
"Yeah, man, I can do better,"
so I started from scratch.
I made another,
then another,
and by the end of the semester,
by, like, box number five,
I had built this thing.
You should've seen it.
It was insane.
I mean, I built it out of
Peruvian Walnut
with inlaid Zebrawood. *(๋๋ฌด·๊ธ์ ๋ฑ์ผ๋ก) ๋ฌด๋ฌ๋ฅผ ์๊ธด, ์๊ฐ ์ธ๊ณต์ ํ
It was fitted with pegs, *(๋ฌด์์ ๊ฑธ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ ๋ฐ ์ฐ๋, ๋ชฉ์ฌ๊ธ์ํ๋ผ์คํฑ์ผ๋ก ๋) ๋ชป[ํ]
no screws.
I sanded it for days
until it was smooth as glass.
Then I rubbed all the wood
with tung oil so it was
rich and dark.
It even smelled good.
You know, you put nose in it
and breathed in,
it was--
It was perfect.
What happened to the box?
I, um--
I gave it to my mom.
Nice.
You know what I'm going to say,
don't you?
It's never too late.
They have art co-ops
that offer classes,
adult extension program
at the university.
You know, I didn't give
the box to my mom.
I traded it
for an ounce of weed.
#
He's a hero.
You don't deny coverage
to a hero.
They'll say
they're not denying coverage.
No, no,
I'm agreeing with you,
but I went through all this
with Walt.
You'll burn
through your savings,
and then what?
Well, you two managed, right?
You said yourself
that Elliot and Gretchen's
money didn't cover everything.
Jesus, I've got to get back.
What? No.
No, no, no,
you should rest.
Look, why don't you go in
and take a long bath
I put some fresh sheets
on the bed.
I want to be there
in case he wakes up.
With all they're giving him,
he'll sleep till morning.
Hey, Sky.
Hey.
Wha--
What are you doing here?
Well, I just thought
I'd stop by
to see how
you're holding up.
Is this a bad time, or...
Um--
Hi.
Hi.
Uh, Marie, this is Ted,
my boss.
Oh, you're Ted.
I've heard so much about you.
Thank you
for your gift basket.
That was really thoughtful.
It was. It was really nice.
Thank you, Ted.
Cheese sticks.
Cheese sticks.
Well, you're welcome.
You know,
we care about Skyler so much
that naturally that extends
to the whole family.
Are you coming in?
Oh, yeah, you should.
I'm sorry.
Come on in, Ted.
Thanks. Okay.
We were just having some wine.
Would you like a glass?
No. No, thanks.
I'm just on my way home.
I just thought I'd--
You know, I--
I am really beat. *์ง์น, ํผ๊ณคํ (=dead beat)
I think I'm going
to take that bath.
It was nice
to meet you, Ted,
and thank you again.
Nice to meet you, too, Marie.
Please give my best wishes
to your husband.
I will.
Thanks for stopping by,
but it's actually not a--
not the best time
for a visit, so--
Can we just talk
for a minute?
I know you need to be
with your family,
but I haven't heard
from you in days
I left messages--
I'm so sorry.
You gave me all that time off,
and I really should've--
That's not my point.
I-- I care about you.
That's all.
Ted, I--
It's just this whole thing
with Hank
has been one non-stop
horror show,
you know, so...
Well, I--
I just want you to know
that I'm here for you.
Thank you.
Um, but I really do need
you to...
Okay.
Okay?
Skyler, I've got to say
your sister seeing me here--
I mean--
So what?
I'm divorced.
You're divorced.
So what?
Okay, let's talk about it
later, Ted, okay?
Is there some reason for secrecy I'm not getting? *๋น๋ฐ ์ ์ง[์์], ๋น๋ฐ(์ธ ์ํ)
Because--
Later. Ted, not now.
Skyler, just tell me--
You really want
to do this now?
Are you really going to make me
do this right now?
Wow.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm--
Bad idea
to come here.
Ted, I'm--
I'll see you in a day or two.
Back at the office.
Take as much time
as you want.
#
I can't believe
you had to crush the RV.
Must've been, like...
depressing.
For real. That's a stone loss.
No one misses it
more than me.
Free to cook anytime, anywhere.
No quotas, no one to answer to.
What's the point
of being an outlaw
when you've got
responsibilities?
Darth Vader
had responsibilities.
He was responsible
for the Death Star.
True that.
Two of them bitches.
Just saying.
Devil's advocate. * (์ด๋ค ๋
ผ์๊ฐ ์ด๋ค์ง๋๋ก) ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๋ฐ๋ ์
์ฅ์ ์ทจํ๋ ์ฌ๋[์ ์์ ๋นํ์ ๋
ธ๋ฆ์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋]
I've got to pay taxes now?
What the hell's up with that?
That's messed up, yo.
That's Kafkaesque.
Church. *slang term for expressing agreement or approval.
Right.
Let's kick it back into gear.
Let's start slinging again.
Boo-yah!
Shh.
Let's do it.
Life's too short.
That's what I say.
Hell, yeah, bitches.
We don't need no RV.
Alls we need is a bicycle,
some Drano, soda bottles,
Nah, nah, nah,
no shake 'n bake.
Where's your self-respect?
Come on.
Yo, maybe it ain't top shelf, *์ต์์, ์ต๊ณ ์
but we could at least move it.
Still kind of dry out there.
Let's-- It'll sell
on the street.
Who says we sell
on the street?
Maybe I know
a whole new market.
Maybe alls we need
is the meth.
#
What's the yield?
Hey.
The yield.
Come on.
Uh... 201.8.
#
I see a couple new faces.
Anybody want to introduce
themselves?
Don't all speak at once.
Yeah.
So my name's Brandon.
Okay, Brandon.
You want to tell us
something about yourself?
Well, why I'm here--
it's just one thing.
It's meth.
It's bad.
Thought I had it kicked
a couple times, you know,
but then... Jesus.
This new version of it
hit the streets and...
wow.
Not that blue stuff.
Oh, sorry,
I didn't raise my hand.
No, go ahead.
This is what we do.
Yeah, exactly, the blue stuff.
You had it, too
Yeah, bro.
I wish I've never even
heard of it.
It was like lighting
my whole head on fire.
Yeah, stuff
will burn you down.
Only reason I have
a hope in hell
is because it's long gone.
That's the shame of it.
Nah, come on, man.
Don't tell me that.
I hear it's back in town.
Stay strong, brother.
Stay strong.
It's gonna be okay.
#
I swear to God, I'll do it.
I will go to the press.
I will go to <i>48 Hours.</i>
I will go to <i>Nightline.</i>
I don't even know if there is
a <i>Nightline</i> anymore.
It doesn't matter.
They will all take it,
and they will run with it * (์๊ฐ·๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์) ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๋ค[์ด์ฉํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค]
because he is a hero,
and he is not going to be
in a wheelchair at 43.
Jesus.
Marie, I know Skyler's
already told you this,
but if there's every
anything that you need,
anything at all...
It's good to have you here.
Both of you.
I just wish there was...
something more
that we could do.
Walt?
We can always pay
their bills.
Please, it's tens
of thousands of dollars.
We have the money,
more than enough.
Walt earned it.
Skyler.
I think Marie
should know the truth.
Skyler, I really don't think
this is a good idea.
I think that--
He earned it gambling.
Walt and I, uh--
We've had our problems lately.
You know that.
And, uh...
what it all came down to *come down to ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ~์ด ๋๋ค, ~์ ์ด๋ฅด๋ค
really was... money.
Pure and simple. *(๋ช
์ฌ ๋ค์์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์กฐํ์ฌ) ๋ค๋ฆ ์๋[๊ทธ์ผ๋ง๋ก] …
When Walt was diagnosed,
it, um--
It changed him.
Looking back, I don't think
I ever really understood
what it was
that he was going through.
It was more than facing death.
It was knowing that
he was going to leave behind...
nothing.
And so that's how
this all started.
For better or worse, *์ข๋ ์ซ๋ [๋์๋ ](๋ฌด์์ ๋ฐ๊ฟ ์ ์์์ ๋ํ๋)
he wanted to provide,
and so...
he paid his medical bills
the only way he knew how.
I thought
that Elliot and Gretchen
paid for your treatment.
Yeah, I thought so, too,
but the truth is
he never took their money,
not a dime.
He was too proud to take
what he considered
to be charity.
Isn't that right?
So he put his mind to it * ๋ง์์ ๋จน๋ค, ์ ๋
ํ๋ค
and--
Well, you know how Walt is.
He's-- He's a problem solver,
and he read books,
and he did
a whole bunch of research, *a whole bunch ๋งค์ฐ, ๋๋จํ
and he came up with...
this system.
A system?
A system for counting cards
in Blackjack.
W-What do you mean,
like Rain Man?
Well, I don't pretend
to understand, you know,
all the details,
but he was convinced
that if you put
enough money into it,
he'd have a, um, uh--
God, what is it?
A statistical edge?
Yes, statistical--
So--
right.
...um, yeah.
So he-- Every spare minute,
Walt was at some card table
somewhere,
and at first he went
to the casinos,
but then he realized that--
...but then he realized
that the casinos report
your winnings to the IRS,
and if it gets reported,
your family might find out,
and if you do not want
your family to find out,
then you find
another place to gamble,
like an illegal,
backroom game. *์์ชฝ ๋ฐฉ, ๋น๋ฐ์ค๋ฐ ํํฉ์ด ์๋ ๋ฐฉ
You remember
all those long walks
that Walt used to take,
all that time
he used to spend
away from home?
I guess for a couple months
there you were...
sort of leading a double life, *์ด์ค ์ํ์ ํ๋ค
weren't you?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, your--
your fugue state,
was that some sort of cover?
No. No.
He did not fake that, Marie.
The night
that Walt disappeared...
he lost $14,000.
It was his pension fund,
our savings,
basically every last dime
we had to our name, gone.
He couldn't live with it.
He was suicidal.
But you have to try
to understand
that as soon as he got
out of the hospital,
he went right back
to gambling.
I mean, that's how deep
this went.
How could you
do that to her, Walt?
I, um--
Anyway, this system of his...
he finally got it to work.
So all this is to say
we have the money.
No more gambling.
But we have the money.
How... much money?
Walt?
Uh--
Well, uh--
It's in the seven figures.
Oh, God.
Holy Mary, Mother of God.
What can I say?
I did very well.
Marie...
you will take our money.
Use it to take care of Hank.
Please.
Marie, let us help.
#
Does Walt, Jr. know
about this?
Absolutely not,
and I need to keep it that way,
and Hank-- okay--
Hank's got enough
on his mind right now,
so can we just please keep
this between us?
Yeah. Yeah, I--
Yeah, I--
I just-- I need to--
Yeah, okay.
We'll talk about it later.
How did you come up
with that?
I mean, where--
where did you possibly--
I learned from the best.
Somehow something tells me
that Hank is here
because of you.
And I'm not forgetting that.