Breaking Bad - Say My Name [DUB]

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the man that is keeping it."

"What the hell's this? We had an agreement, right? We had our deal. So where's the tank, Mike?"

"Mike doesn't know where it is, only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him."

"Why don't you just cut to what it is you want or what you think is gonna happen here, alright? Cause we're, we're gonna get what we came for."

"A thousand gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than yours, or anyone else's, for that matter. But I need distribution."

"Distribution?"

"That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take."

"35%, wow are you kidding me? Thirty-five, Mike, please tell me this is a joke. You know how far we had to stick our necks out to get this cash? And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?"

"I know all about your operation. See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1% pure."

"So?"

"So...it's grade-school tee-ball versus the New York Yankees."

"Yours is just some tepid, off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is classic Coke."

"Alright. Okay, so um, if we just waste you right here, right now. Leave you in the desert, then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works, there's only us."

"Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?"

"(CHUCKLE)"

"My partner tells me that your crew switched to a P2P cook because of our success."

"You dye your meth with food coloring to make it look like mine. You already ape my product at every turn."

"But now, you have the opportunity to sell it yourself."

"I need you to listen to me. We're not gonna give up this deal to be your errand boys, do you understand?"

"For what? To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?"

"A better high means customers pay more."

"A higher purity means a greater yield."

"That's one hundred and thirty million dollars of profit that isn't being pissed away by some substandard cook."

"Now you listen to me."

"You've got the greatest meth cook in Am-- no, the TWO greatest meth cooks in America right here."

"And with our skills you'll earn more from that thirty-five than you ever would on your own."

"Yeah, that's what you say. I'm just wondering why we're so lucky. Why cut us in?"

"Mike is retiring from our crew, so his share of the partnership is available if you can handle his end."

"Distribution."

"And if you give him five million dollars of the fifteen million that you brought today. Just think of it as a finder's fee for bringing us together."

"We have forty pounds of product ready to ship. Ready to go. Are you ready?"

"(CHUCKLE) Who the hell are you?"

"You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name."

"You what? I don't- I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are."

"Yeah, you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring."

"Bullshit. Cartel got Fring."

"Are you sure?"

"That's right. Now. Say my name."

"You're Heisenberg."

"You're goddamn right."