Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is true that they killed one of your associates.
- So the TV turns itself off, huh? - Yeah.
This is what happens now. My men will come back inside...
- You really think he's serious? - That's why I'm here, Saul.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Shot Combo on orders.
Yeah. Maybe if he were back sleeping in his own bed.
Know what? That meth-head stood up to your brother-in-law.
And suddenly a fantasy story.
I'm just not buying it. No, I think it would be better...
Pinkman in jail? I don't know. I'm picturing it and...
They gotta go. Right?
They hit the sheets with Lysol, reset the meter...
So which means pick me up about 8:30?
Yeah. I bet that tastes good, huh?
- Not even... - Look, you don't get how right this is?
Gonna need you to come with me.
Chrissakes, Marie, you don't say "knock, knock," you... like that.
He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes.
Five nights a week, with no notice.
I'm betting it will. And if he does, you check out of here.
...they affect other people.
Protest. Struggle.
- No bet. There's no bet here. No bet. - Afraid you'll lose?
No, no, it's not about money. It's about getting him off the streets.
How about back when it was your plan? When we were gonna use it on Tuco.
I heard it from the sister of the kid who shot him.
I really feel sorry for you, Marie, you know? I really do. It's just...
Sit down.
I'm doing it.