Breaking Bad - Felina lyrics

Title: Felina INT. - VOLVO Walt wipes some snow off the window to reveal the Volvo logo. He gets in, wearing a coat and holding a box. He coughs and goes into the dash and takes out a *Marty Robbins Greatest Hits* ca**ette tape. He also finds a screwdriver, which he uses to try to hotwire the car. A police car approaches WALT: Just get me home. Just get me home, I'll do the rest. The police car pa**es by and drives away. Walt lowers the mirror above him and finds the keys to the car. He starts the car and music starts playing. Walt hits the window and the snow falls off END OF TEASER EXT - GAS STATION Walt pulls up to the gas station in the Volvo he stole and starts to pump gas into it. He goes into the trunk and takes out some pills. He uses the pay phone WALT: Yes, hello, this is David Lin from the New York Times, may I speak with Susan, please? Thank you. Hi, Susan? It's David again. I was just calling to see if we can set…well, yes, I figured we'd have to do the interview by phone since they've already left New York, but what we'd really like to get is a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Schwartz to go along with the article. When are they scheduled to get home? Oh, so they'll be home tonight? Gotcha. Now, the address I have on them is Upper Kenyon Road, is that still? No, it isn't, oh. Let me get a pen. Where do they...Desuki, I see. And the address? Is that up near the opera house? I hear that's nice. Well, I'll be in contact with my photographer to check on his schedule. No, no, it's their call, I know how busy Mr. and Mrs. Schwartz are. Thank you, this should make one hell of a story. Goodbye. Walt hangs up the phone, takes off his watch, and places it on top of the pay phone EXT - SCHWARTZ HOUSEHOLD ELLIOT: I'm just saying, it's apples and oranges. Listen, I maintain. If I want pizza, I go to a pizza place. If I want Thai, I go to a Thai place. I mean, what is the earthly point in comparing pizza to Thai food? GRETCHEN: Did I marry you? What has happened to your intelligence? This is different. ELLIOT: They're completely, there's no... GRETCHEN: Oh, come on, are you the man I married? Walt is sitting on a bench in their yard in the darkness ELLIOT: I am the guy who wants to end this ridiculous conversation, kick off my shoes, and have a very large gla** of wine. GRETCHEN: Well, I'm gonna tell you to be my guest. Gretchen and Elliott enter the house and Gretchen inputs the security code. Music begins playing INT - SCHWARTZ HOUSEHOLD GRETCHEN: Alright, wait, the answer is twenty-one. ELLIOT: No. GRETCHEN: Yes, yes, because it has history. Come on. Prohibition, the sweet smell of success. ELLIOT: And Perse has Thomas Keller. Game set match. Walt closes their front door and walks toward the house GRETCHEN: [?] is so ground filled, you transplant it to Manhattan, it starts to feel, I don't know... ELLIOT: If you could transplant it to Islamabad, I would still eat there. GRETCHEN: Ooh, there's a good bar. ELLIOT: What, Islamabad? GRETCHEN: No, Napa, we have to go to Napa. ELLIOT: Oh my God, all this talk of food, you think Guana left us any? GRETCHEN: She doesn't think we're coming back until Wednesday, unless you told her otherwise. Walt enters the house and looks around ELLIOT: No, I haven't talked to her. Oh, look here. [?] that'll be perfect. You wanna get us a rich bottle of wine? GRETCHEN: Mmhmm. ELLIOT: You think we have any of those crackers with the sun-dried tomato and they were kinda slightly peppery, not too peppery. GRETCHEN: We don't have them? ELLIOT: No. GRETCHEN: I don't know, ask Guana. ELLIOT: We haven't had them in forever, I don't know why she doesn't get those anymore. GRETCHEN: Why don't you talk to her? ELLIOT: I don't know, she's got that whole thing with her daughter. Anyway, Napa? GRETCHEN: Yeah. ELLIOT: How long is it since we've been? GRETCHEN: Two years, Thanksgiving, Jesus, two years. ELLIOT: Yeah, too long, right? GRETCHEN: Is this okay? ELLIOT: Oh, that looks perfecto. You wanna get the fireplace? Is it good? Is it ripe? GRETCHEN: You know, we could invite George and Dolores, they could come up from Moran, and Bill and Mariam Cohen, and we could have a little spa action, right? And then we could do some sort of wine in the- *screams* Gretchen has turned around to see Walt, holding a picture frame and looking at the other pictures on the shelf. Elliott runs to her side WALT: Hello, Gretchen, Elliott. I really like your new house. ELLIOT: Walt. Walt puts the picture down WALT: Are we looking east? Oh my God. You must have one great view of the Sangre de Cristos. GRETCHEN: Walt. What are you doing here? WALT: I saw you on Charlie Rose. You looked great. You both did. GRETCHEN: If you are here to, to hurt us. ELLIOT: Walt, whatever it is you're planning- WALT: Actually, I'm here to give you something. It's out in my car. How about the three of us take a walk to it. It's just parked down the road. I couldn't get it past your gate. Elliott stands in front of Gretchen and lifts a knife to Walt WALT: Elliott, if we're gonna go that way, you'll need a bigger knife. Walt, Elliott, and Gretchen are piling money on Elliott and Gretchen's table WALT: Keep stacking, it'll all fit. *coughs* That's alright, just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don't wanna lose any under the furniture. Alright, that is $9,720,000. GRETCHEN: Where did it come from, and why is it here? WALT: I earned it, and you are going to give it to my children. GRETCHEN: What? Why? ELLIOT: Walt, I don't think- WALT: On my son's eighteenth birthday, which is ten months and two days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him that it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and the betterment of his family. ELLIOT: Walt, I'm not sure that we follow. Why, I mean, why in particular would we- GRETCHEN: If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself. WALT: I can't. My wife and son hate me. They won't take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn't let them. But two rich benefactors who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a twenty-eight million dollar check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse? Well, I'd have to think that your money would be very welcome. GRETCHEN: It wouldn't make any sense coming from us. Walt: It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father. A man you once knew quite well. Call it a beau gestes, call it liberal guilt, call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyer's fees owed, you will take it right from here. You will use my money, never yours. ELLIOT: Okay, Walt. Sure, that sounds reasonable. So, what happens next? WALT: I guess we shake on it and I leave. Walt shakes Elliott's hand, then goes to shake Gretchen's. She is hesitant, but shakes his hand WALT: I can trust you to do this? ELLIOT: Yes. Absolutely, you can. Walt waves his hand and two red dots appear on Gretchen's and Elliott's chests GRETCHEN: Oh! WALT: Don't move. Don't, don't dare move a muscle, you don't want them to think that you're trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon I had an extra $200,000 that I would've loved dearly to have left on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now. Whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there, keeping tabs. And if for any reason that my children do not get this money, a kind of countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later. A week. A year. When you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you're talking about your stock prices without a worry in the world. And then, suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, but before you can even turn around. Pop! Gretchen screams WALT: Darkness. Cheer up, beautiful people, this is where you get to make it right. Walt nods and the dots disappear. Walt leaves the house as Gretchen sits down and starts crying EXT - SCHWARTZ HOUSEHOLD Walt drives over to the side of the road and flashes his headlights three times. Skinny Pete and Badger run across the road and get in his car. INT - VOLVO Walter snaps his fingers PETE: Oh, yeah, right. They both hand him laser pointers BADGER: You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this. PETE: For real, yo. Whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise? BADGER: Totally. Walt hands them two stacks of money WALT: How do you feel now? PETE: Better. BADGER: Yeah, definitely improving. WALT: What's this I hear about blue meth still being out there? PETE: What do you mean? WALT: Have you heard anything? Is it still being sold? BADGER: Yeah? Walt looks back at them WALT: By whom? BADGER: It's you, right? I mean, aren't you still cooking? PETE: Damn, man, we were sure that it was you, 'cause that sh** is choice, yo. Better than ever! I mean, umm...you know... WALT: Jesse. BADGER: Seriously? *to Pete* You said he moved to Alaska. PETE: That's what I heard. Right on, Jesse. Pa**ing the torch. BADGER: Damn, man. Couldn't he at least throw a brother a bone? Walt drives away INT - "WORKSHOP" Jesse, in a seemingly dream-like state, is in a woodworking room. He's making a box. He picks it up and admires it, then as he turns away, reality kicks in and Jesse is still chained up and cooking meth INT - DENNY'S Walt, at Denny's, makes a fifty-two with his bacon WAITRESS: Woah, what happened there? WALT: It's my birthday. WAITRESS: You? Well, happy birthday. INT/EXT - WHITE HOUSEHOLD Walt looks in his trunk. He's in his house and gets the ricin. He walks back out. Heisenberg is written on the wall of his home FLASHBACK HANK: It's easy money, 'til we catch ya. Walt, just say the word and I'll take you on a ride-along, you can watch us knock down a meth lab. Get a little excitement in your life. WALT: Yeah, some day. Walt leaves his house INT - THE GROVE Lydia sits down at a table WAITER: Welcome to the Grove, would you like to see a menu? LYDIA: No, thank you. Chamomile tea with soy milk, please. WAITER: You got it. Lydia plays with the sugar and pulls out Stevia. Todd approaches and sits down at the table TODD: Hey, how you doing? LYDIA: Good. TODD: How's things? Hey, I like your, uh, shirt. LYDIA: My blouse? TODD: It's nice, yeah, the color. It's a nice color on you. It's kind of a, I don't know exactly what you'd call it, but it's kind of a cornflower? Walt pulls up a chair and sits at their table WALT: Before you say or do anything, just hear me out. LYDIA: Todd? WALT: Nobody knows that I'm here. Just listen for two minutes and then I'll leave. Please. Lydia gets up, Walt grabs her arm WALT: Please. Just two minutes of your time, that's all I ask. Please. Lydia sits back down WALT: You're running out of methylamine, aren't you? I can do the math. You've been at it long enough, you must be running low. I have a new method that requires no methylamine, and it's easy, and it'll keep you in business, and, Todd, I can teach it to you. LYDIA: How did you know to find us here? WALT: Ten A.M. Every Tuesday morning, you and I met here. You're rather schedule-oriented I guess- *coughs* Sorry. I need the money. I've spent almost all of mine already just trying to stay one step ahead of the police. TODD: Mr. White, I don't think-- LYDIA: How much would it cost us? WALT: Nothing short of a million. And believe me, for this, that is giving it away. LYDIA: I think Jack should do this. TODD: Yeah, I don't know, I... WALT: Well, listen, I could come up there tonight and, uh, talk to him. He'd get it. This is a win-win situation. WAITER: Hi, what can I get for you two? LYDIA: He's just leaving. Good seeing you again, take care. WAITER: *to Todd* For you? TODD: I'm good. LYDIA: And I'm gonna need more Stevia. Walt leaves the café TODD: Okay, no disrespect for the man, but doing business with him? Right now, that's not- LYDIA: Of course we're not doing business with him. Todd, please, don't make me walk you through this. Jesus, did you look at him? We'd be doing him a favor. Lydia pours the Stevia into her tea Walt is in the desert, humming to himself and building a device synced up to his car keys. As he bends over to fiddle with it, his ring falls out from his shirt. He puts it back inside his shirt INT - SKYLER'S APARTMENT MARIE: *on answering machine* Truce, alright? Skyler, I have news about Walt, you need to hear it immediately, so if you're there, pick up. SKYLER: Hey. What's up? MARIE: Walt's in town. SKYLER: Yeah? MARIE: That car they thought he stole in New Hampshire, they found it in a Denny's parking lot right on Central. And your old next-door neighbor, the one on the right. What's her name, Becky? SKYLER: Becky's on the left, Carol's on the right. MARIE: Becky, Carol, whatever. She saw him at your old house, just this morning, plain as day. He's there walking out of your house and he calls her by name. SKYLER: He didn't hurt her, did he? MARIE: No, he's just like, "Hey, Becky!" Or Carol, whatever. She said he looked exactly like the Unabomber, she's positive it was him. Skyler, we're getting calls from all over town. He's here, he's there, he's gonna blow up city hall, apparently he has some sort of manifesto, he wants to be on the six o'clock news, it's just- SKYLER: Who's making these calls, him? MARIE: There are two or three different voices. We're not sure if they're crank calls, or people he's put up to it, or if they're actual anonymous tips. And it's stretching them thin, which is, maybe, the point. As far as I'm concerned, I told them that there are three places he would go. To you, to me, or to Flynn. SKYLER: Right. MARIE: They're watching the high school. They're probably watching your place too. I mean, I know that's what Hank would do. There's no way Walt's getting to you, they are absolutely going to catch him, no doubt about it. That arrogant a**hole thinks he's some criminal mastermind, but he's not. But on the off chance, on the million-to-one chance, you be on the lookout, okay? SKYLER: Thanks. MARIE: You got it. Skyler hangs up her phone and puts out her cigarette SKYLER: Five minutes. WALT: Five minutes. Skyler takes out another cigarette and lights it SKYLER: You didn't k** anybody sneaking in here, did you? You didn't hurt anybody? WALT: No. Didn't have to. SKYLER: You look terrible. WALT: Yeah, I feel good. SKYLER: So, talk. Why are you here? WALT: It's over and I needed a proper goodbye. Not our last phone call. SKYLER: So, you're going to the police? WALT: They'll be coming to me. SKYLER: If you're in custody, what stops those people from coming back? Those people you worked with. When I still had the house, three men came in the middle of the night, wearing masks, threatening Holly and Flynn and me. They told me not to talk about that woman I saw at the car wash, and if you're in custody and they find out- WALT: They're not coming back. Not after tonight. SKYLER: What's tonight? Walt walks toward Skyler and takes out his wallet SKYLER: We don't want your money, Walt. I thought Flynn made that clear. WALT: He did, and I don't have any to give you. I spent the last of it getting here. All I have to give you is this. He takes out the lottery ticket and places it on the table WALT: Call the DEA once I leave and tell them I was here. That I forced my way in, tell them, tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday and that I gave you that ticket. Those numbers are GPS coordinates. SKYLER: For what? WALT: A burial site. That's where they'll find Hank and Steve Gomez. Skyler begins to cry WALT: It's where I buried our money and the men who stole it from us, the men who still have it, they murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole. Now, you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor. You get yourself out of this. Skyler. Skyler. All the things that I did, you need to understand- SKYLER: If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family- WALT: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And I was really...I was alive. Skyler takes the lottery ticket and looks at Walt SKYLER: Flynn'll be home soon. WALT: Before I go, may I see her? Walt pets sleeping Holly gently then turns around to leave EXT - SKYLER'S APARTMENT Two agents watch as Flynn gets off the school bus and walks home. Walt watches too from a distance. After Flynn goes inside, he walks away EXT - NEO NAZI CAMP Walt pulls up to the Neo-Nazi camp. Kenny walks over to let him in KENNY: Whew, damn, man, this thing's a cla**ic. What block you got in it, the 500 or the 425? WALT: Couldn't tell ya. KENNY: Well, the 500, that's the one you want. No replacement for displacement. Kenny gets into Walt's car WALT: Where to? KENNY: To the clubhouse. Walt enters the camp and parks in front of the house KENNY: Just park it over here. No, no, just straight in, man. Alright, fine, eh, whatever. Walt and Kenny get out of the car NEO-NAZI: Hey, how you doin'? Put your arms out and turn around like this. The Neo-Nazi searches Walt and takes his keys and wallet KENNY: While you're at it, you should lift your shirt up, give us a spin. WALT: Christ, I'm not wearing a wire. Walt lifts his shirt up and spins around WALT: Good? My wallet and keys? NEO NAZI: You'll get 'em back, just relax. Kenny whistles and everyone goes inside KENNY: *to Neo-Nazi* Stay here, keep your eyes open. JACK: Jesus, what are you doing with that head of hair? Is that real? WALT: Yes. JACK: That's not a wig? Seriously? What were you doing before, shaving it? WALT: Yes. JACK: Christ, that is one fine head of hair. I mean, otherwise you look like sh**, but... WALT: Hello to you too, Jack. Can we talk business? JACK: Mmm, I don't think so, no. WALT: Did Todd tell you what I'm offering? JACK: Yeah, he told me. The thing is, we're not really in the market. WALT: You're running out of methylamine, what happens then? JACK: Yeah, we'll get more. That Quayle woman's got her own setup, the heat's off her. She could break loose a barrel every now and again. It ain't broke, so why fix it? WALT: Todd, would you please explain to your uncle. Explain to him the benefit of what I'm offering. TODD: You really shouldn't have come back, Mr. White. I'm sorry. Kenny co*ks his pistol and puts it to Walt's head WALT: Wait, Jack. JACK: Oh, gee, I don't know. Anywhere but my living room? Take him out back. WALT: Jack, you owe me. You owe me. JACK: I owe you? What for? WALT: Jesse Pinkman. You promised that you would k** him and you didn't. Instead you partnered with him. You're his partner now! JACK: Stop. Partners. What are you talking about? WALT: He's alive, isn't he? And he's cooking for you. What, are you gonna lie? Jack gets up and walks to Walt JACK: Him being alive is not him and me being partners. Not by a damn site. What, you think I'd partner with a rat? *to Todd* Where is that piece of sh**? TODD: He's finishing up a batch. JACK: Well, go get him, bring him here. TODD: Uncle Jack... JACK: No, no, no, this one here? Calling me a liar? He just insulted you, he insulted me, all of us. Jesus. Hustle it up, come on, let's get this over with. *to Walt* I'm gonna show you just how wrong you are. Then I'm puttin' that bullet in your head myself. Todd gets Jesse and they both walk back to the clubhouse. Jesse is still in chains. In the clubhouse, Walt slowly tries to reach for his car keys as Jack paces back and forth and Kenny messes with the recliner. Jesse and Todd enter the room JACK: Yeah. Yeah, you see what I'm talkin' about, you son of a b**h? Does this look like a partner to you? Come here, take a look. Come here! Walt walks over to Jesse and looks at him JACK: Take a look at him. Have a gander. This is my partner, right, partner? Right, buddy? Hard-working, good partner. Fifty-fifty partner. Would you hurry this sh** up, make it quick. Walt tackles Jesse to the ground JACK: Todd, get him off him, would ya? KENNY: Yeah, Toddy, get 'em both off. *laughs* Outside, Walt's trunk opens up and the gun inside opens fire on the clubhouse. Todd crawls on the ground to look out the window TODD: Jack. Jesus. Mr. White- Jesse gets up and begins choking Todd. They both fall to the ground as Todd struggles. Walt looks around and picks up a gun, then walks over to Jack, who is slowly dying. He co*ks and aims the gun at Jack JACK: Wait, wait. Jack reaches over, picks up a cigarette, and smokes it JACK: You want your money, right? Huh? You wanna know where it is? You pull that trigger and you'll- Walt shoots Jack in the head. Jesse struggles to get his chains off then stands up. Walt puts the gun down and slides it over to Jesse. Jesse picks up the gun and aims it at Walt WALT: Do it. You want this. JESSE: Say the words. Say you want this. Nothing happens until I hear you say it. WALT: I want this. Jesse looks at Walt's wound then drops the gun JESSE: Then do it yourself. Jesse walks out of the clubhouse as Todd's phone rings. Walt picks it up LYDIA: Pick up the phone. WALT: Hello? LYDIA: Is it done? Is he gone? WALT: Yeah, it's done. He's gone. They're all gone. LYDIA: Todd? Who is this? WALT: It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather, like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you. I slipped it into that Stevia crap that you're always putting in your tea. LYDIA: Oh my God. WALT: Well. Goodbye, Lydia. Jesse opens the car door and looks back at Walt. Walt nods and Jesse nods back. He gets in the car and speeds away. As he slams through the gate, he starts laughing hysterically Walt opens his jacket and looks at his wound, then coughs. He walks over to the lab and touches the equipment as the police approach. BIRD'S EYE VIEW We look straight down on Walt as he tumbles into frame, lying flat on his back on the floor. His eyes stare up at us, lifeless. And yet his final expression is one of faint satisfaction. We slowly crane up, up, and away from him. Walt shrinks smaller and smaller in frame. Police officers approach him now -- four, six, eight of them. They move in cautiously, their guns aimed. They're too late. He got away. We continue skyward, looking down on Walt, rising as high as we can go. Off this image, slowly fading to black...