I See You - Breaking Bad [S03E08]

Male, Caucasian. Early 40s. Multiple gunshot wounds.

What's up, partner?

Reverend, so nice of you to call. Again.

I hide in plain sight, same as you.

Yo, yo, yo. Jesse Pinkman in the house.

Burn in hell, you piece of shit.

- I'll be right back, okay? - Okay.

Finally. About damn time.

Why isn't there anything cooking?

Could you elaborate?

- Jazz. - Jazz. Yes.

It's all, like, shiny up in here.

- It's unfortunate. - Yeah, unfortunate.

He said that good guys never get ink like the bad guys do.

Sir, if you'd like to smoke, you need to be another 20 feet from the door.

My pleasure. My pleasure, yeah.

Seriously, Aunt Marie, it's water spots.

Breath sounds bilaterally. Femur's like a wet bag of gravel.

Now thank me and shake my hand.

...and I wind up with Federales in my rosebushes.

- Makes no sense.

So roll me further, bitch.

Is this some sort of message?

Oh, dear mother of God.

And God knows there is nothing wrong with jazz.