WALT JR (interrupting them): What the hell is this? SKYLER: Hey- WALT: -it's veggie bacon. Walt starts coughing SKYLER: Did you take your echinacea? WALT: Yup. How about buy a new hot water heater? How's that idea? For the millionth, billionth time. You wake up early, and then you get to be the first person in the shower. WALT JR (to Walt): Happy birthday! WALT: Why thank you! SKYLER (cutting Walt off): You're late.again. enters the room, wearing forearm crutches WALT JR (to both parents): Hey. You get paid til 5, you work til 5, no later. SKYLER: I don't want him dicking you around tonight. sniffs veggie bacon SKYLER: What time do you think you'll be home? WALT: Same time. Zero cholesterol and you won't even taste the difference. Kisses Walt on the cheek WALT: Look at that SKYLER: That is veggie bacon, believe it or not. Walt gets off the stair-stepper* CUT TO: WHITE HOUSE, kitchen, morning Skyler hands Walt his breakfast, scrambled eggs and pieces of bacon in the shape of the number 50 SKYLER WHITE: Happy birthday. Camera pans to the wall, where we see a plaque awarded to Walt for research that led to a Nobel Prize in 1985. Walt walks over to his stair-stepper and starts exercising. There is an empty crib, as well as Pampers and an unopened baby monitor. CUT TO: WHITE HOUSE, spare bedroom *Walt and Skyler are expecting a baby. Then he raises his gun, ready to shoot the first person that comes his way END OF TEASERĬUT TO: WHITE HOUSE, master bedroom *Walt's wife Skyler is sleeping while he lays next to her, wide awake. He walks up to the road, gun in hand, waiting for what he presumes to be police cars.
Walt turns to look for the oncoming sirens WALTER WHITE: Goodbye Turns off camera, lays wallet on the ground, takes the gun out of the waistband of his underwear. I just want you to know that no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. There are going to be some things that you're going to come to learn about me in the next few days. WALTER WHITE: Skyler, you are the love of my life. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I live at 308 Negra Arroya Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico 87104. He grabs the gun out of the hand of a man on the floor, and a wallet and camcorder from the glove box “DRIVER”: To the camera My name is Walter Hartwell White.
The driver puts a shirt on, mumbling to himself the whole time, then re-enters the RV, holding his breath. He goes into a fit of rage when he sees the RV is wrecked, and hurls his mask away from the vehicle “DRIVER”: Shit! Then panic.
The driver exits the RV, coughing heavily, wearing only his underwear.