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 going to give up this deal to be your errand boys, do you understand me?

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 $130 million 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 America, no, the two greatest meth cooks in America right here.

And with our skills, you'll earn more from that 35% than you ever would on your own.

Yeah, that's what you say.

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 $5 million of the $15 million that you brought today, just think of it as a finder's fee for bringing us together.

We have 40 pounds of product ready to ship, ready to go.

Are you ready?

Who the hell are you?

You know.

You all know exactly who I am.

Say my name.

You what?

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.

You sure?

That's right.

Now, say my name.

Heisenberg.

You're goddamn right.