Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am not in the habit of picking my own pocket.

Your man is in custody.

...and then that creepy, quiet guy showed up.

What the hell are you thinking? Why are you calling me here?

OR 1 is clear. Let's put him in there.

Other one's not much better. Get those boots off.

- How is he? - I don't know.

Walter White to the nearest courtesy phone.

I assume that the next shipment will be delayed.

You knew my brother-in-law was with the DEA.

Things have improved, yes.

Some new techniques to learn.

So I can expect delivery by tomorrow as scheduled.

Unfortunately...

Please do keep us in your thoughts.

And I need to get you up to speed.

You had to take it.

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

And meanwhile, I have Federales surrounding my house.

Well, what's it about?

- Where's Holly? - I got a sitter.

Skyler, you remember me wanting to drive that day?

- You got him? - Come on.

I hide in plain sight. Same as you.

Let me ask you something.

What careful man wouldn't?

I'm not doing anything until these two get the hell out of here. I mean it.

No, it's bigger than that, Gale.

I don't understand.

No. He kept... He kept saying...

Right on. I'm just saying...

- Thank you. - Yes, thank you.

See if you get a pulse. Get blood-pressure cup or an ABI?

It's in the same building. It's all under the same roof.

- Meanwhile... - Miserable piece of shit.

Knowing that you may never wake up again.

Oh, I think I'm gonna go wash my face.