He was moving back in. Knowing that Walter Jr. And when Skylar comes home, he demonstrates that he doesn't care about her disapproval anymore. He dares her to call the cops on him, and when Walter Jr. Walter's entered a whole new relationship with his quest for control. No more desperation, no more cover-ups, no more anger. Well, except for the anger he betrays by peeing spitefully in the sink after Skyler shuts him out of the master bedroom.
He presents her with the bag of money and plays the "I did it for my family" card. When we see him next, he's all the way back — "the master chef," as Saul puts it in another context entirely, apron-bedecked, pot roast in the over, tossing a salad. There's a reason the episode is named after Skyler's response. This is her story of control lost and control regained. I don't think Skyler's had a better moment in the series than her extended phone call to the police, punctuated by blatant but wordless pleas to Walter to call off the bluff and not make her go through with it.
Even the police pity her, as the reality of the situation chips away at her claim to have the right to control access to the house. There's no divorce, no legal separation, Walter's name is on the title, and she can't yet — despite her pledge to Walter that she was willing to go nuclear — play the meth card on the table where it matters, lest she lose Walter Jr. He doubles down, placing the duffel bag of cash on the living-room floor and explaining how that cash — all earned, none stolen — will set his family up for life, which was his only motivation all along.
Saul stops by with a housewarming cactus, urging him to convince Walt to get cooking again. Jesse might be the picture of poise compared to Hank, who celebrates his second promotion to El Paso by picking and winning!
See video below. Most likely he was hoping to sabotage the El Paso move with his renegade behavior. Gomez tells Hank that he didn't mention in his report "that you left your gun under the car seat before you went back inside. Back at home, Walt reasons with Skyler that this money will put their kids through college and cover the mortgage and other expenses after he's gone, something she could never afford on a part time bookkeeping salary.
Skyler glowers at Walt accusingly, listens to him, but utters not a word. At Beneke Fabricators , Skyler approaches Ted in the breakroom and seductively touches his shoulder. They kiss surreptitiously, after which Skyler asks whether his kids are home. Walt is eager to hear how she feels, after their talk. Skyler coldly tells him that, "I fucked Ted" -- her only course of revenge.
Skyler calls the boys down to dinner, leaving a wounded Walt standing speechless in the kitchen. Breaking Bad Wiki Explore. Breaking Bad. Better Call Saul. El Camino. BCS Season 5. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account?
Good; honest campesinos. Worked dirt'for the man til my hands bled. No more. Wanna know why? But God forbid they show disrespect. They swallow nervously. Timidly nod their heads. Tortuga makes them wait for it, while he gulps down his second tequila. Grits his teeth against the burn. Tortuga raises his beer.
The laborers share a confused look, before lifting their own in response. As Tortuga tilts the bottle Wearing loose, tropical cotton garments, perhaps a Panama hat, he may have been a Mexico city bureaucrat before he turned a dark corner.
From a more refined social stratum than gruff Tortuga, or so he prefers to convey. A cartel underboss, Bolsa is higher up in our fictional cartel than Tortuga, but not one of the controlling capos. Tortuga turns, surprised to see his boss.
You know, I never pegged you for such a deep thinker. Bolsa slides into a bar stool. Tortuga motions to Beto who pours them both tequilas. Bolsa checks his watch. Yes, I know, just like your namesake. I like the way you talk, Tortuga. You've got such a way with words. I like that about you. Bosla raises his glass in toast. They throw back. Bolsa shoots Tortuga a look of apology. No, I feel terrible. So bad I came all the way here Ahh, come on, boss.
No need to go through the trouble. I have it for you in the kitchen. Bolsa nods toward the kitchen. The door is shut. Looks quiet. Like a good place for an ambush. Not at all.
Come, Follow me, Bolsa stands, motions for Tortuga as he paces toward the kitchen. Tortuga hesitates. Oh, shit! Reluctantly, he rises, follows Bolsa through the swinging door, into Tortuga, expecting to be jumped, cautiously files in behind Bolsa. It was a present after all! Tortuga explodes in a burst of relieved laughter.
What a great pet it will make. Let me sign it for you. Bolsa finishes painting. Tortuga freezes. Oh, FUCK! They pace toward Tortuga, eyes on their quarry. Or, more precisely, of Death. His hands shaking, Tortuga fumbles under his shirt for his gun. Before he can get a handle on his weapon, the Cousins grab his arms Juan Bolsa merely watches.
Tortuga writhes and struggles to free himself. They hold him down. Wrench his head back by the hair, exposing his neck like a lamb at the slaughter. As the knife-wielding Cousin presses the blade to Tortugas throat, arm cocked and ready to saw off his head, we cut t INT.
The bar patrons lower their heads in terror. Like docile, beaten-down mules, too scared even to move. Half out of its box and smeared on the roof. This is the pizza Walt hurled at the end of Episode If we look carefully, we might see way in the b. WALT'S head pokes up into frame. His eyes shift to and fro, assessing the mess. Shakes his head -- what the hell was I thinking?
Flaps it around, airing it open. Peels the pizza off the roof, shoves it into the bag. Mike hangs up. Starts the car, pulls away from the curb. Makes a U-turn to avoid passing by the White house. As Skyler nears the White house, she fumes at the sight of Walt's Aztek parked in the driveway. He's back..?!
Pulls into the driveway behind the Aztek but leaves the engine idling. Are you in the house? Cell phone to his ear, he speaks to Skyler as he peers at her through the window. WALT filtered, almost chipper Oh, hi. I'm staying. For good. We'll talk this through. WALT long beat, shrugs Suit yourself. Skyler, bewildered, hangs up. Stares in disbelief out the windshield at the Aztek.
Last night was frisbee pizza, now breaking and entering? Then, little Holly, cueing off her mom's anxiety, starts to stir and fuss -- weh-weh! Skyler glances over her shoulder. Not going to win this standoff with a restless baby in the car.
In utter frustration, she shuts off the car. As she shoves the door open, we cut to: INT. She sets the car seat down on the living room floor Holly is awake but, of course, now quiet. Storms toward Walt. Puts his pen down, sits up straight, and'waits with his hands clasped on the table.
Like Lord Nelson under fire, a picture of calm. How did you even I changed the locks! We are getting a divorce. Walt shrugs. Nods toward the phone. WALT Go ahead. Skyler cocks her head.
She grabs a phone book off the counter, rapidly fans through the pages until she finds the number for the police. Snatches up the phone and dials. Eyes fixed on Walt, she waits for the call to go through. Through the out- turned receiver, we faintly can hear the operator answer. Skyler huffs. It's a domestic issue. Right hand to God, I will tell them. This family is everything to me. Without it I got nothing to lose. Is he not taking her seriously? My name is Skyler White. I need police assistance at my home right away.
Thank you. Skyler hangs up. Finger raised, lays down the law. If you do not get out of here right now, you are going to jail. Walt goes back to grading his papers. Skyler continues to stare at him. Who is this man? Has he lost all fear for the law? Square-jawed and determined to find out, she turns and Ughi Stewing in excruciating silence. And closer. A grueling, nerve-wracking, tediously slow burn Einally, we hear 0.
Skyler leaps up off the couch. Nearly runs to the front door Just in time for the fireworks. Skyler frowns. In contrast, Walter, Jr. I'm not. Skyler glances at the clock -- terrific. Walt emerges from the dining room.
For good? Walt shrugs -- let's hope so. You want a grilled cheese? I guess. Walt crosses to the kitchen. On the way, he asks Skyler WALT Want one, too? Skyler glowers in reply. She turns to Walter, Jr. Mom, I haven't seen Dad in, like Walter, Jr. We watch as another piece of toast is laid DOWN on top of it, then pressed with a spatula.
Cheese goops out the sides and sizzles. Walter, dr. As father and son chat, Skyler visible in the b. Baby Holly is asleep near her, now in a bassinet. Though Walter, Jr. But man, those cops are taking their sweet time! You gonna be at work tomorrow? WALT That's the plan. Cause everyone's saying that sub they got for you really sucks. WALT Everyone, wow. Finally, we hear 0. In the b. Are you the one who called the police? Just then, Walter, Jr.
A look of shock comes over him. You called the cops on Dad? Per police protocol, the cops have separated the spouses. We can see in the b. Walt being questioned by the Rookie Officer in the dining room. Walter Jr. Skyler is nervous, even more anxious now that Walt has called her bluff and she is being put to the task. He jots down occasional notes on a pad. Just moved back in. I, ah I just want him out. I want him out of the house.
This is not about violence. This is about trespassing. About him being here against my will. But Walt appears to be cooperating, fully engaged with the rookie cop. Does not even appear agitated at all.
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