Scene #980

WALT: You okay? I gotta say I don't like the way you're looking at me right now. Hank. HANK: It was you. All along it was you! You son of a gun. You drove into traffic to keep me from that laundry. WALT: Calm down. HANK: That call I got telling me Marie was in the hospital. That wasn't Pinkman. You had my cell number. You killed ten witnesses to save your sorry ass. You bombed a nursing home. Heisenberg? Heisenberg. You lying, two-faced sack of crap. WALT: Hank. Look, I don't know where this is coming from Hank, but just- HANK: I swear, I will put you under the jail. WALT: Just take a breath, okay, just listen to yourself. These wild accusations, they could destroy our family. And for what? HANK: You don't give a crap about family! WALT: Hank, my cancer is back. HANK: Good. Rot, you son of a gun. WALT: I'm sorry you feel that way. I want to beat this thing, I do. I'm back on chemo and I am fighting like hell. But the truth is, in six months you won't have someone to prosecute. But even if, somehow, you were able to convince anyone that I was capable of doing these things, you and I both know I would never see the inside of a jail cell. I'm a dying man who runs a car wash, my right hand to God that is all that I am. What's the point? HANK: Have Skyler bring the kids here. And then we'll talk. WALT: That is not going to happen. HANK: I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to. WALT: If that's true, if you don't know who I am, then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.