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I'm sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes, that stupid plastic container I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic. It will, however, dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic. So there's that. How about something with some protein, maybe? Something green, huh? How are you even alive?
That is seventeen five - your half of the thirty-five thousand. Plus
there's an extra fifteen in there, it's all yours, you've earned it. We made a
deal. That's right. Because I think that we can do business together - we came
to an understanding. Take a look at the money in your hand. Now just imagine
making that every week. That's right. Two pounds a week, thirty-five thousand a
pound.
Look... I feel like I'm running out of ways to explain this to you but once more, I shall try. This fly is a major problem for us. It will ruin our batch. And we need to destroy it and every trace of it, so we can cook. Failing that, we're dead. There's no more room for error. Not with these people.
You
asked me if we were in the meth business or the money business. Neither, I’m in
the empire business. I was under the impression that you had this under
control. Well, that's what this is - problem solving. Skyler this is a simple
division of labor - I bring in the money, you launder the money. This is what
you wanted.
Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work?
A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I AM the danger! A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!
Did he speak to you? Would you just answer? What things? What people? A month ago, Gus was trying to kill both of us. And now, he pulls you out of the lab and employs you as... what... a, an assistant gunman? A tough guy? Does that make any sense to you? He says he sees something in you. What kind of game is he playing. Does he think you're that naïve? He can't truly think that you'd
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Gus is dead. We've got work to do. |
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forget... let alone Gale, let alone Victor... and all the horror that goes along with all of that.
It's enough. This is still the best way. You go after him with a gun, you'll never get out of it alive. But with this... you slip it into his food or drink, there shouldn't be any taste or smell... thirty-six hours later... poof. A man his age, working as hard as he does... no one will be surprised. Mike can have his suspicions, but that's all they'll be. Please, one homicidal maniac at a time.
Don't you see how great this is? You, you are a... Jesse look at me.
You... are a blowfish. A blowfish! Think about it. Small in stature, not swift,
not cunning. Easy prey for predators but the blowfish has a secret weapon
doesn't he. Doesn't he? What does the blowfish do, Jesse. What does the
blowfish do? The blowfish puffs up, okay?
The blowfish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal and why? Why does he do that? So that it makes him intimidating, that's why. Intimidating! So that the other, scarier fish are scared off. And that's you! You are a blowfish. You see it's just all an illusion. You see it's... it's nothing but air. Now... who messes with the blowfish, Jesse? You're damn right. You are a blowfish. Say it again. Say it like you mean it. You're a BLOWFISH!
