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* : ๊ตต์ ๊ธ์จ ๋ถ์ฐ ์ค๋ช
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# Previously on AMC's Breaking Bad...
They found a notebook.
I made a copy for you
in case you're interested.
It pertains to some
methamphetamine superlab.
Money!
What are we saying
is the source of this money?
Walt came up with a story
about gambling winnings.
Blackjack, right?
Some card counting.
Actually that was Skyler's idea.
I think you are
behind all this.
When the others find out
what you've done,
maybe we come pay you a visit.
#
<i>Ándale.
Mueve el culo, cabrón.</i>
<i>Ya voy. Ya voy.</i>
<i>Ándale! Ábrelo!</i>
Did you want me
to open the doors?
<i>¿Qué estás haciendo?
¿Eh?</i>
Here.
The keys.
<i>Take them.</i>
<i>¿Por qué me estás
hablando en inglés?</i>
Why you talk English, huh?
<i>¿Qué?</i>
No! No, no, no! No!
Ohh...
Ahh...
# Breaking Bad
#
Gambling destroyed my life--
Me, my family,
everything I loved.
It was like a robbery,
only I was the thief.
It's amazing, the stories
you tell yourself
to justify it--
The lies that lead you
to just one more hand,
one more spin,
one more roll of the dice.
#
This is our deal, okay?
Marie, no.
You guys are not lifting
a finger. I mean it.
Yeah, we're bringing
everything, so--
This-- This is not
up for debate, okay?
Great.
Now, sweetie,
don't worry, okay?
We're not gonna say one more about the bills.
We're just want to bring everyone up to speed. *bring me up to speed ์ต์ ์ ๋ณด๋ฅผ ์๋ ค์ฃผ๋ค
Okay?
All right.
I'll see you soon.
Bye.
So...
tonight's the night.
No turning back.
Well...
Okay.
Let's do this.
Okay, so first I assign
point values,
correlate *์ฐ๊ด์ฑ[์๊ด๊ด๊ณ]์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ๋ค
to the effect of removal.
You going to split the 8s?
Skyler, please.
Now,
the mathematical principle,
known as the Kelly Criterion, *(ํ๋จ์ด๋ ๊ฒฐ์ ์ ์ํ) ๊ธฐ์ค
upon which I devised
my own strategy
not dissimilar
to the MIT system.
Walt, you're not teaching them.
I thought you wanted me
to be thorough.
Just play.
You're taking too long.
What, you don't think
it behooves me * <์ฌ๋์๊ฒ> (…ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด) ์๋ฌด์ด๋ค, ๋ง๋
ํ๋ค
to be able to explain
any of this?
It behooves you to be a pro, *(…ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด) ์๋ฌด์ด๋ค, ๋ง๋
ํ๋ค
that's all I'm saying.
That's the fiction,
so chop-chop. *๋นจ๋ฆฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํด
Don't chop-chop me.
Walt.
Now, we both know
that the first decision
is whether or not to split
or surrender on 8s.
Split 'em.
Mm-hmm.
Good on both.
Next decision is whether
to double down or not.
What you should be doing.
On 11, yes. Double.
Okay, this hand over here,
we have a soft 18.
The final decision
is whether or not
is to hit or to stand.
Hit it.
Becomes a hard 15.
Dealer has a 9.
I see that.
Hit it.
Oh.
Okay, let's see what I got.
And 21.
Damn.
Yep.
Okay, this--
The key thing to remember here
is that it's not about
any one hand.
The key is the number
of hands per hour.
Ooh.
Let's go again.
Zero, minus 1.
Okay.
Walt.
It's not as if I don't
know how to play.
I certainly
more than understand
how to count cards.
Let's just keep going, okay?
No, you know what?
I'm in recovery.
Remember?
I shouldn't even be playing.
And that is the fiction
that we should be sticking to. *๊ตณ๊ฒ ์งํค๋ค, ๋ฐฉ์นจ์ ๊ณ ์ํ๋ค
You know what?
You're right.
Yeah.
- Wow.
- Okay.
Um, we're not leaving
anything to chance.
All right, let's get started.
I've got a lot of, uh--
Walt,
we've got a lot
of ground to cover.
What is this?
We have to get our stories straight. * (์ํฉ์ ๋ํ ์คํด๊ฐ ์๋๋ก) ~์ ๋ถ๋ช
ํ ํ๋ค[๋ฐํ๋ค]
We've got to be
on the same page.
Is this a script?
Bullet points. *(์๋ฅ์) ์ค์ ํญ๋ชฉ(์์ ์ญ์ bullet point๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ค๋ชจ๊ผด์ด๋ ๋ค์ด์๋ชฌ๋๊ผด ๋๋ ์์ ๋ถ์ฌ ํ์ํจ)
"•"
Bullet points?
Like a novella. *์คํธ ์์ค
This is smart.
You really want to try
to sell a DEA agent *(์์ด๋์ด·์๋น์ค·ํ๋ณด์ ๋ฑ์ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๋๋ก) ๋ฉ๋์ํค๋ค
some ill-prepared, * (ํนํ ์์์ ํ์ง ๋ชปํด์) ์ค๋น[๋๋น]๊ฐ ์ ๋
half-assed, * [๋น์ด] ์ ๋ฅํ, ์ด๋ฆฌ์์; ์ํฐ๋ฆฌ์, ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ก์; ๋ถ์ถฉ๋ถํ; ํ์ค์ฑ ์๋
full-of-holes story
about how we suddenly
have enough money
to buy a car wash?
Am I supposed to memorize this?
We need to practice, Walt.
Yeah.
We need to be
word-perfect. *(ํ๋๋ ํ๋ฆฌ์ง ์๊ณ ) ์ ํํ ์ธ์ฐ๋
Within reason. * ์จ๋นํ ๋ฒ์ ๋ด์์.
We need this story to be solid
and sympathetic
and most of all
completely believable.
From a story that you
already told Marie
and you think that she
hasn't told Hank?
Ha! Come on. This is Marie
we're talking about here.
No, she hasn't.
She hasn't.
Hank thinks his insurance
is paying for everything.
Marie's not telling him
that we're paying
his therapy bills,
and neither are we.
And why is that again?
Really?
If we have
the gambling story...
Did you take money, Walt?
You remember
Gretchen and Elliot?
Because I seem to recall
that you'd rather
sell drugs than take help.
Fine.
Marie will tell Hank
in her own time,
and at least we'll have
laid the groundwork. *์ฑ๊ณต์ ๊ธฐํ์ ๋ง๋ จํ๋ค
And coming clean *(์ฌ์ค์) ํธ์ด๋๋ค(=confess)
with Hank and Jun--
Appearing to come clean
will be the best thing
for everyone.
We talked about this, okay?
We agreed about this.
Yes, we did. It's just--
What?
Never mind. Just--
Okay.
So I really think
we should tag team
the narrative, okay?
We'll each be responsible
for certain portions
of the story,
and then we can, uh,
we can hand off
so we don't leave anything out, * (ํฌํจ์ํค๊ฑฐ๋ ์ธ๊ธํ์ง ์๊ณ ) ~์ ๋นผ๋ค[๋ฐฐ์ ์ํค๋ค]
and it'll seem
the most natural.
Okay, so I'm going to launch
with the exciting news
that we are
buying a car wash--
Yay.
The next logical question
Hank will probably ask
is "Where are you
getting the money?"
Hmm.
To which I'll say
"We want to tell you
the whole story.
"It's a doozy, *์์ฃผ ํน๋ณํ[ํน์ดํ] ๊ฒ
so hold on
to your hats."
Do you like that?
Sure.
It accomplishes two things.
It keeps it light
while letting them know
to expect something big.
Uh-huh.
Yeah. No. It's a doozy.
Hmm.
Okay.
Anyway, that's where
you will take over,
starting with your diagnosis,
pages 1 and 2.
Okay, and it's--
It's pretty much
going to run parallel
to the truth,
which makes it easier,
but, um...
just make sure to really
hit the cancer,
really touch
on the fear and despair.
It's good to remind them
and to get their sympathy
right off the bat. *์ฆ์[๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก]
We want them to understand
why you could do
something so stupid.
Now, after that,
per pages 3 and 4,
after you say...
"Gambling became an addiction,
and I just
couldn't control it."
Do you see that--
Yes.
Right there in the
middle of the page? Okay.
Oh, and I put in
that line about robbery.
You know,
from the G.A. meeting?
I thought that was good.
So next I'll chime in *๋ง์ฅ๊ตฌ์น๋ค, ์ฐฌ์ฑํ๋ค
about how it affected
our marriage,
uh, starting with the confusion,
uh, the deceit, *์์์, ์ฌ๊ธฐ, ๊ธฐ๋ง (=deception)
why we couldn't tell anyone.
"...terribly, terribly
ashamed of my actions."
Yeah.
There's two "terriblys"?
It's supposed
to show contrition. *contrition ํํ
Well, I just wouldn't
use that word.
I would never say
the word "terribly."
Phrase it however *(๋ง·๊ธ์ ํน์ ํ ๋ฐฉ์์ผ๋ก) ํํํ๋ค
you want, okay?
You're jumping ahead.
Now--
And why--
Why am I so ashamed?
Do I really need
to answer that?
I was and am providing
for our family.
Let's just pick up *๋ค์ ์์ํ๋ค, ๊ณ์ํ๋ค
where we left off. *์ค๋จํ๋ค[๋ฉ์ถ๋ค]
I'm weak,
and I'm out of control.
I mean, this whole thing
makes me look like crap.
This has to be
a warts-and-all story, Walt. *(…์) ๋์ ์ ๋ค๊น์ง ๋ชจ๋
That's how we'll sell it,
and we both look bad.
Oh, well-- How do you
look bad exactly?
Where is the "I slept
with my boss" bullet point?
I can't seem to find that
anywhere.
For a fired schoolteacher
who cooks crystal meth,
I'd say you're coming out
pretty much ahead. *come out ahead ์์ด ์ตํ์๋ ์ด๋์ ๋ณด๋ค, ์ด์ต์ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋๋๋ค, ์ํฉ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค
I don't like it.
I don't want Junior
thinking less of me. *…์ ๋ฎ๊ฒ[ํ์ฐฎ๊ฒ] ๋ณด๋ค
At least you won at gambling.
I'm just the bitch mom
who wouldn't cut you any slack. *cut sbd come slack ~์ ๋ ๋ชฐ์๋ถ์ด๋ค
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I put you
through all of this. *(๊ณค๊ฒฝ·๋ถ์พํ ์ผ ๋ฑ์) ๊ฒช๊ฒ ํ๋ค
How's that sound? Hmm?
Here.
Two "sorrys."
I believe we were on page 5.
So, after you say
how very sorry you are--
In your own words,
of course--
We're almost to the end,
and I say how proud I am of you
for joining
a 12-step program,
and-- And this is where
I think we should enact *์์ฐ[์ฐ๊ธฐ]ํ๋ค
how we're feeling, you know?
Just a--
Just a suggestion. * [ sษ|dสestสษn ]
You might look down
on the floor with remorse.
Hmm?
What? You don't
have to mean it.
You just stare down
at your feet, Walt, okay?
Then, uh, I'm gonna--
I was thinking
of taking Marie's hand
and saying something emotional
like "It's such a relief
to tell you.
"We're just so glad
we have a strong family
to help us through this,
that we can all support
each other."
And then maybe
I'll tear up a little. *๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ธ์ฝ์ด๋ค
I don't know.
I'll just have to see
what happens in the moment.
You're going to cry?
On cue? * ๋ง์นจ ๋๋ง์ถฐ.
I said I don't know.
Maybe.
When you dab your eyes,
you going to do it
with your right hand
or your left?
It's just an idea.
One tear? Two tears?
How many..
This has to be convincing,
especially to Hank.
I'm doing the best
I can here, Walt.
And yes, I'm thorough.
Maybe lying doesn't
come as easily to me
as it does to you.
#
Hey!
Guys! Come on in.
Hi. Good to see you.
Hey. Put her there,
you little punk.
Hi.
Hey.
Great to see you, Hank.
Hey, buddy. How you doing?
Oh, look at my little princess.
She's getting big, huh?
An heavy, too.
Whoa, is that actual
food I'm smelling?
I might get an honest-to-God
meal here for once? *์ด๋ฒ๋ง์
You look good.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Your aunt Marie, she's cute,
but she could burn water,
you know what I'm saying that?
You are so very hilarious.
Go show the boys
your new rock collection.
We're going to get things
organized.
Yeah, we'll be back in
20 minutes, okay?
You have a rock collection?
It's a mineral collection.
Uh, just a little
something I--
You guys want to see it?
Want to see it?
Sure.
Let's go rolling see it.
Oh, hey, let me.
Hey, it's all right.
I got it.
Come on, guys,
it's down the hall here.
#
Now that one there,
that's Rhodonite, okay?
It's manganese inosilicate.
Cool.
What-- What makes it
be all pink like that?
Well, that's
the manganese part, okay?
It-- It oxidizes,
you know, like rust.
Exactly. Manganese can
have an oxidation state
of between -3 and +7,
which takes it through
a range of colors--
Purple, green, blue.
But its most stable state
is +2,
which is usually pale pink.
So...
Exactly. Whatever
the hell he said.
Anyway, you, uh,
you get the idea.
Yeah, it's, uh, interesting.
Interesting stuff, that.
Really.
Oh, hey, uh,
here. Give me
that file, will you?
You got to check this out.
I, uh, have been working
on something here.
Been a little, uh,
little consulting--
You know, weighing in *(๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ด ์ง์ด ๋์ด) ์๋ฐํ๋ค, ๊ดด๋กญํ๋ค. (=cause to worry.)
on a case for APD.
Put that in, will you?
Put that in over there.
Uh, Hank, what is this?
It's not a dead body--
No, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.
You guys-- Seriously,
you got to check this out.
This is good. Ready?
Here we go on here.
Look at this guy.
Look.
<i>โช A ship is waiting โช</i>
<i>โช All systems are go โช</i>
<i>โช Control is not convinced โช</i>
<i>โช But the computer
has the evidence โช</i>
Look at that guy.
<i>โช No need to abort โช</i>
<i>โช Countdown starts โช</i>
Oh, man. You can't
make this stuff up. *(ํนํ ๋จ์ ์์ด๊ฑฐ๋ ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฒ ํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ๋ฑ์) ์ง์ด[๋ง๋ค์ด] ๋ด๋ค
<i>โช 4, 3, 2, 1 โช</i>
<i>โช Earth below us โช</i>
Who is this?
That, my friends,
is Albuquerque's
public enemy number 1.
<i>โช ...weightless โช</i>
<i>โช Calling, calling โช</i>
<i>โช Home โช</i>
#
It's such a relief
to finally tell you.
We're just so glad
that we have a strong family
to help us through this,
that we can all
support each other.
Jesus.
I don't even know where--
Holy shit.
Yeah.
Walter H. White.
Man of hidden talents.
Dad, you're such a stud.
How much did you win exactly?
Dad?
I-- I don't think
I have exact figures.
It's, uh,
it's enough to--
Uh, after taxes,
of course--
To buy the car wash.
Maybe even pay for
a couple of halfway *๋ถ๋ถ์ ์ผ๋ก, ๋ถ์์ ํ๊ฒ
reasonable college educations.
Damn, Dad, why'd you quit?
I can totally get a car
for my birthday now.
Right?
Son, I'm...
terribly, terribly
ashamed of my actions.
Would you excuse me, please?
I need to use the restroom.
Wow.
#
Walt?
Hey. Whoa, whoa.
Oh. Sorry. I--
I thought you might
have fallen in there.
Uh, no, no. I just, uh--
Hey, man, that was
some big stuff back there.
Yeah, we wanted
to be thorough, so--
Yeah, well, it's quite a tale.
It couldn't have been
easy to talk about.
You know, Walt, if you...
you can always
bend my ear, right?
I mean, if you ever
need to talk or--
Or just blow off some steam. *๋
ธ์ฌ์์ ๋ฐ์ฐ์ํค๋ค
I'm-- I'm here.
Not going anywhere.
Thanks, Hank.
Same goes for me, you know.
If you ever want to bounce
anything off me.
I don't know, case work,
anything, really.
Sometimes just talking something through, (ํ์คํ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋ ๋๊น์ง) ~์ ๋ํด ๋๊น์ง ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋๋ค
you know, really
can make a difference.
#
I mean, we're
definitely not talking,
you know, bathtub crank here. *crank ๊ดด์ง (=eccentric)
This is a big-ass *๋ฏธ·๋น์ด ์์ฒญ๋๊ฒ ํฐ
operation.
You know, hundreds
of pounds a week,
maybe more.
So, uh...
who is this person?
What do you know about him?
Other than the fact that he's *…์ธ์
deader than a Texas salad bar
and has a decent set of pipes?
I'd say he's my guy.
Your guy?
There's this, uh, mystery man
I've been, uh, chasing
for the better part of a year.
Cooks the purest meth
that, uh, me or anyone
else has ever seen.
Goes by the name of Heisenberg. *(๊ฐ๋ช
์ผ ์๋ ์๋) …๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ฆ์ผ๋ก ํตํ๋ค
Hmm.
Yeah.
Pretty weird, huh?
I-- I--
I looked him up.
It, uh, it was one
of these physicists--
One of Hitler's guys,
a physicist
named Werner Heisenberg.
Real cute, huh?
Anyway, I figure
with a handle like that,
you know, my guy's got to be
some sort of an egghead. * ๋น๊ฒฉ์ ๋ชป๋ง๋
ํจ ๋๋ ์ ๋จธ ์ธํ
๋ฆฌ, ์ง์์ธ
No offense.
And here we go--
Gale "Major Tom" Boetticher.
Anyway, I-- I--
I just want to see
if I'm, you know, not
barking up the wrong tree * ์๋ชป ์ง๋ค, ์๋ฑํ ์ฌ๋์ ๋น๋ํ๋ค
chemically speaking.
Uh, as far as I can make out, *์ดํดํ๋ค[์๋ค]
he's writing about the
phenylacetone cook, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. That's pretty
rare these days,
but it-- It does jive
with the blue stuff
I've been tracking.
"2 sticks dairy free
soy margarine,
2/3 cup turbinado sugar"?
It's a recipe
for vegan s'mores.
Hmm. There's all kinds
of crazy crap in there.
Yeah, like, uh, you know,
top ten recumbent bicycles, *๋์ ์๋ (=reclining)
indoor composting tips.
All right next to the--
The mother of, uh, of
methamphetamine synthesis.
This guy was a, uh--
Man, he was a real character.
Yeah, he seems, uh, unique.
Here, let me-- Let me--
Let me show you something.
Give it-- Give it.
Right here at the, uh--
And here's the top.
It says, uh, "To W.W.
My star,
my perfect silence."
Huh.
W.W.
I mean, who do you
figure that is, huh?
Woodrow Wilson?
Willy Wonka?
Walter White?
You got me.
W.W.
Wait a minute.
Hey, man, let me see this...
for a second because
I think I remembered...
Ah. Here.
Yes.
Yeah.
"When I heard
the learn'd astronomer..."
Learned.
"And from time to time
looked up in perfect silence
at the stars."
It's a poem by Walt Whitman.
Your W.W.
You frickin' brainiac. *๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ํ ์ฌ๋
Ha.
You frickin' braniac.
Ha ha ha!
I must have skipped that day
in school or something.
I don't know.
Hee hee!
I've been chasing my tail *๋ณ ์ฑ๊ณผ ์์ด ์๊ฐ๊ณผ ์๋์ง๋ฅผ ์๋ค, ํ์๊ณ ํ๋ค
about that one, you know?
I bet you're right.
Well, I'm glad
I could be of help.
Yeah.
Walt Whitman, huh.
So, uh, you think
this Gale person
is your Heisenberg?
Yeah, I think so.
I don't know.
God, I wanted to get this guy.
It looks like you did.
No, I mean, you know,
me personally.
I wanted to be the one
to slap the handcuffs on him,
that kind of shit.
Popeye Doyle
waving to Frog One.
If I recall,
<i>at least from the first
French Connection,</i>
Popeye Doyle never
actually caught him.
Ha
Yeah, I guess me
and old Popeye, huh?
A day late and a dollar short. *(์์ด) ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ฌด ์ง์๋ ์ธ๋ชจ์๋ค
#
What about the person
who killed him?
APD's problem, not mine.
Any leads?
My buddy Tim says
he's got some fingerprints
they're trying to ID,
and an eyewitness
saw a person of interest.
Might get lucky there.
I guess somebody
knows something.
They'll track down
the shooter eventually.
#
Jesse!
Excuse me.
Jesse?
What's up?
I need to talk to you, okay?
Now.
Go ahead.
Would you stop doing
what you're doing, please?
When I'm done, yo,
that dude's next.
What the hell?
What is wrong--
I have some business
to discuss.
So discuss. Jesus.
Let go of me.
Gale's murder is
being investigated.
Uh, duh.
And I have it on good authority * ํ์คํ ์์ํต์ผ๋ก๋ถํฐ
that they found
fingerprints at the scene.
Not mine.
We done here?
No, we are not done here.
What if they are yours?
How can you be so sure?
Because I'm here, all right?
Your brother-in-law's
got such a hard on for me
that if the cops would have
found my fingerprints--
Shh.
The cops would have
found my fingerprints
within five blocks
of that place,
they would have
picked me up by now.
What about the casing?
Or casings? How--
How many times did you
shoot him anyway?
Jesse, did you pick up
the casings?
Did you pick them up?
No.
Listen, uh, we've got
to go over this *~์ ์ ๊ฒ[๊ฒํ ]ํ๋ค
step by step--
Everything.
I want you to tell me
exactly what happened
from the moment you got there.
I got in, I got out.
No. No, I need to know
specifics. *(์ด๋ค ์ฃผ์ ์ ๋ํ ๋
ผ์ ๋ฑ์ ์ํด ํ์ํ) ์ธ๋ถ ์ฌํญ[๋ด์ฉ]
Now, we'll start
from the beginning.
You-- You drove there.
You drove over there.
You went to his door, right?
Jesse,
I need you to concentrate.
This is very important.
Did you knock or ring?
Knock or ring?
Uhh!
Knock.
Okay, good.
That's very good.
Now listen.
I assume that Gale
answered the door.
Now what happened after that?
Did he recognize you?
Did you say anything
to each other?
Did you walk into the room,
or did you shoot him
right then and there? *๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ณณ์์, ์ฆ์๋ก
What?
Who wants to make
a hundred bucks?
Huh?
#
Look, the kid's probably right.
If they had anything on him,
he'd be locked up already.
What about
my brother-in-law?
He suspects Jess--
Hell, he knows Jesse
is involved
in the sale of blue meth.
That was Hank's
one and only lead.
Now what if he puts two and two together * ์ด๊ฒ์ ๊ฒ ์ข
ํฉํด์ ์ถ์ธกํ๋ค, ๋ณธ์ธ์ด ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ค์ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐํ์ผ๋ก ์ง์ํ๋ค
and he goes after Jesse
for the murder?
He goes after him how,
on his Rascal Scooter?
Ahem. That, perhaps,
sounded insensitive.
Uh, but if he goes after him,
I'll sue his ass
for police brutality,
harassment, assault,
and 16 other things.
Now, the history that
those two have together
being what it is,
you got to figure
your brother-in-law's
smart enough not to go
down that particular road.
Goose egg, bupkis-- *์๋ฌด ๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ๊ฒ.
That's what the cops got.
I wouldn't worry about it.
What else should I not
worry about, Saul, hmm?
Should I not worry
that Gus plans to murder me
at the first chance he gets?
Should I not worry
that my drug-addicted partner
doesn't seem to care
whether he lives or dies?
You should see his house.
It's-- It's like Skid Row. *๋น๊ฒฉ์ ํนํ ็พ ์ฌํ์ ๋ฐ๋ฐ๋ฅ
He has actual hobos
living there.
Now how long before Gus decides
that he's too big of a risk?
Geez, that Mike,
that grunting
dead-eyed cretin *๋ฐฑ์น, ์ฒ์น
sucker-punching me
in the-- In the face.
I've got Gus
wielding a box cutter.
I mean, Western Union-- *๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ ์ ๋ณด(้ปๅ ฑ) ํ์ฌ
Message received.
It--
Let me ask you.
When did this stop
being a business, hmm?
Why am I the only person
capable of behaving
in a professional manner?
No, I--
No, any way you slice it,
everyone's in danger.
I mean, how--
How can I protect anyone?
My family, Jesse, myself?
My name never comes up
with those guys, does it?
Meanwhile, we're buying
this stupid car wash.
Oh. Yeah.
That ship has sailed.
Bon voyage. * ์ฌํ ์ ๋ค๋
์ค์ธ์(์ฌํ์ ๋ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ํ๋ ์ธ์ฌ๋ง)
We are committed.
We already told
our family about it,
and now Skyler,
I'm sure she believes--
She needs to believe
that everything
is neat and tidy,
and she's telling herself
that I work in this nice
quiet little lab
with a white lab coat
and a pocket protector
and when my contract is up *be up ์ข
๋ฃ๋๋ค, ๋ง๋ฃ๋๋ค
I'll just simply
hang it all up,
tip my hat, and walk away. *To briefly remove or tap one's hat as a gesture of greeting, deference, or respect.
Oh, God.
How did everything
get so screwed up?
Yeah, you do have a little
shit creek action happening.
You know, FYI, *์ฐธ์กฐ๋ก(for your information)
you can buy a paddle.
This is a last resort *๋ง์ง๋ง ์๋จ[๋ฐฉ์ฑ
, ์]. (=final resource [means].)
back pocket kind of thing,
but if you really
got to protect yourself,
uh...disappear.
Poof. * ์์ด ํ(๋ฌผ์ฒด๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฌ์ฌ)
Poof?
There's a guy
who can make it happen.
Call him a, uh...
disappearer.
For a substantial fee,
and I do mean substantial,
you and your loved ones
can vanish, untraceable.
I mean, he sets you up *set sth up (์ด๋ค ์ผ์ด ์๋๋ก) ๋ง๋ จํ๋ค
with a whole new life.
What, like a...
witness protection
kind of thing?
Beyond.
I mean, off the grid. *(์ ๊ธฐ·๊ฐ์ค·์๋ ๋ฑ์) ๊ณต๊ณต์ค๋น๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ง ์๋ (→grid)
New identities, new everything.
No one would ever
be able to trace you.
Now, be clear,
this is an end game,
if you get my meaning.
I mean, there's no coming back.
Sh--
You want his card?
Ahh.
God, there's got to be
something else that I could do.
Some way to keep everything
from spiraling out of control. *ํต์ ๋ถ๋ฅ ์ํ๊ฐ ๋๋ค.
Well, I mean,
from what you told me,
it sounds like, uh,
Pinkman is first up
in the imminent demise *imminent ๊ธ๋ฐฉ์ด๋ผ๋ ๋ฅ์น ๋ฏํ, ๋ชฉ์ ์, ์๋ฐํ
department.
Gus won't risk letting
the police find Jesse.
I know him. He won't.
#
I'm not even kidding
because if you really
think about it,
you can't even see it,
so how can you know
just how bad
radio frequencies
and microwaves
and cell phones and stuff
are getting you?
I mean, you could be
strolling through security
at the airport on your way
to visit your grandma or--
Wake up, bitches!
And then you get waved
through a full-body
X-ray scanner,
and the next day
you could be dead
or dying from all the radiation
that they say is safe,
but there's no way.
It could be because
they have to deliver
a concentrated dose, okay?
Enough to penetrate
through clothes,
and so the accumulated amount
could definitely be dangerous
to susceptible
individuals--
Hey, yo.
Especially if you're
from a rural area
and the ozone layer's
already thin--
Yo.
Because of the cow farts.
Yo!
Oh, hey.
Will you make sure
there's pizza here
when I get back?
Enough for everybody.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
I can do that.
I can definitely do that.
All right?
Not a problem, all right?
I can get the stuff,
the pizza and stuff,
but as-- As far as the *as far as ~์ ๊ดํ ํ
financial situation, you know.
Just hang on, hang on.
Oh, yeah. You know,
and, you know, if there's
a concentrated dose, *๋์ถ๋
it's really-- It's gonna--
It's gonna play hob
with your bone marrow,
and it's really
gonna mess up--
Because-- Because--
Because, especially,
if you have cancer,
and you know,
because if you got to get
a bone marrow transplant,
your odds are-- Are 60%.
You have a 60% chance.
Hey.
Oh.
Hey. Hey!
Get some dipping sticks
too, yo.
Uh, I can-- I can
definitely get dipping sticks.
All right. I can get them.
#
Hey. Smoke it up,
bitches.
#
<i>Gotcha!</i>
#
Wake up.
Wake up.
What's up?
What's up with your ear?
Downstairs now.
#
Where is everybody?
I invited your guests to leave. *(์ ์์ผ๋ก) ์์ฒญํ๋ค[์ฒญํ๋ค]
Know who this is?
No.
You ought to.
He's been at your house
for three solid days. *solid ์ฃฝ ๊ณ์๋๋, ์ฐ์๋, ์ค๋จ ์๋ <์๊ฐ>
Okay.
He stole your money.
Okay.
That $78,000 or so
look familiar?
This is it?
That's it.
Okay, thanks.
You want to know what's next
for Little Miss
Pissed In His Pants?
No.
You sure now?
Yep.
Don't even want
to take a wild guess? * ์ด๋ฆผ์ง์์ ํ๋ค, ๋์ถฉ ์ง์ํ๋ค
You're gonna kill him.
Is this the part where I'm
supposed to beg you
not to do it?
Aw, please, please.
And then what?
I'm supposed to promise,
cross my heart,
to, like, straighten up *๊นจ๋์ด ์ ๋ฆฌํ๋ค / (ไฟ) ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ธ์์ ์ด์๊ฐ๋ค.
and fly right *์์ด (๋์์ ์ผ๋ก) ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ฅธ ์ฒ์ ์ ํ๋ค, ์์ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ค
or toe the line *(์์ฌ๋ ๋ฑ์ด) ์ํค๋ ๋๋ก ํ๋ค
or some other crap
that I'm not gonna say?
Is that what your little show
here was all about?
You're on thin ice,
you little shit head.
You know that?
You ain't gonna
smoke that dude in there.
You know how come I know?
Because you went to the trouble
of putting a blindfold on him. *๋๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ฐ๋ ์๊ณ ๋ฅผ ํ์ผ๋๊น์
I'm going back to bed.
Let yourselves out.
#
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
How's the ear?
Mending.
What can I do for you?
It's Pinkman.
He's become increasingly * ์ ์ ๋, ๊ฐ์๋ก ๋
incautious. *๋ถ์ฃผ์ํ, ๊ฒฝ์ํ
He's a risk, a liability. *๊ณจ์นซ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ
I know he and Walter
come as a team
and that Walter won't like it.
But something's got to be done.
#
Got to be kidding me.
<i>Hey, it's me.</i>
<i>Wait for the thing.</i>
All right,
this is message number 3.
You better be ready
in two minutes
because I am right outside
your door.
Jesse!
Jesse!
Damn it.
<i>Hey, it's me.
Wait for the thing.</i>
Oh, great.
Jesse!
Oh, this is perfect.
You are a piece of work, *๋น๊ผฌ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋๋จํ ์ฌ๋
you know that?
Jesse?
Jesse.
Jesse?
<i>Hey, it's me.
Wait for the thing.</i>
Where is he?
#
Going to ask where we're going?
Nope.