IN THE HOTEL ROOM:

Trixie is watching Breaking Bad again, the excat episode she last left on. She's trying to watch every episode best she can.


From the TV:

[Walter and Jesse what to do about Tuco, espically after he beat down No-Doze].J

esse: Oh, we are dead. Dead men! Muerto, or muerte, or however the hell you...Jesus...

Walter: This is conjecture.

Jesse: This is conjecture!?

Walter: Conjecture, yes. And conjecture isn't helping.

Jesse (sarcastically): Oh, my conjecture isn't helping?

Walter: Could you just state the facts?

Jesse: Alright, fine, facts in. Fact A: my phone rang like eight times last night. Dead air, hang-ups every time. Second fact? Like three in the morning, I saw that black Caddy of his cruising my neighborhood. No headlights.

Walter: No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it at the junkyard.

Jesse: What is that, Conjecture?! Are you basing that on that he's got a "normal, healthy brain" or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for, like, nothing?! And that way-that way he just kept staring at us. Saying, "You're done." You're done?! You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means! That means EXCATLY how it sounds, yo! Alright, we are witnesses, we are loose ends! Right now, Tuco's thinking, "Yeah, hey, they cook good meth, but can I trust them?" What happens when he decides "no"?

(Jesse shows his small 32 revolver he bought in secret).

Jesse: It's him or us man! IT'S HIM OR US!


"Your still watching that show?" Glaze asked, she just finished her shower, and with a tower around her, went to grab her clothes.

"It's the same episode" Trixie said, sitting one of the two beds.

"I never really gave that show a chance, I'll have to buy the seasons" Glaze chuckled.

"Yeah.. It's really good, you should" Trixie said, still watching. Glaze decided to watch a little bit two, while grabbing her clothes.


Jesse: Alright, say we set up one last sale, this is providing he doesn't decide to waste us before then. Now every time we bring in a new batch he always tests the product, right? So as his head is down, y'know giving it a snort, we just, (motions with the revolver) POP! POP! POP!

Walter: Pop, pop, pop? So three shots?

Jesse: Yeah, three shots, I guess, maybe two.

Walter: Wait, so is it two or is it three?Jesse: I mean, two would probably work, I guess, yeah.

Walter: Okay, two shots. Two shots in the chest, two shots in the face, what?

Jesse: Man, c'mon!

Walter: No, I am just trying to understand how this works!


"A lot of talking, isn't there?" Glaze chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's worth it" Trixie replies.

Glaze heads to the bathroom, to change.

Shortly after Glaze is dressed, there's a knock on the door.

Glaze, now wearing black t-shirt and black sweat pants, opens it.

"Ohh, there you two are" She smiles.

"Glaze.. We need you help with something, but Saten doesn't want Trixie knowing, in case she starts worrying" Derpy whispered.

"Very well, sure" Glaze said.