You heard me. If we have any hope of getting you back in the good graces of the population, you're gonna have to cooperate. Okay? It's not like she's running any tests with needles or probes or electrodes. She just wants to talk.
Yeah, because I did, and what I was doing makes perfect goddamn sense. What the hell, Saul? We're just leaving prisoners armed now? I mean, how am I actually the only person in the place that doesn't see how crazy that is?
And what's this option exactly, huh? I get locked up for my own good instead of just being sentenced for assault? And how long's that for, huh? 'cause here's how it looks to me: looks like forever. Okay? Because what you're telling 'em is Pinkman's so fucking out of his mind he don't even know what he's doing, so where do you put somebody like that? What do you do with 'em? It ain't six months in lockup and back out on the streets.
Dr. Hoffman can help you, Jesse. What you're anticipating — it's not gonna go down that way. I promise. They can't lock you up for good if Hoffman issues a diagnosis, okay? That's unethical. If we get you treatment...
[He trails off there, guilt churning in his stomach. It lasts all of five seconds before he reminds himself that this is something that needs to be done.]
How else am I gonna take it, Saul? You want me to tell everybody I can't think for myself. You want me to pretend like I'm crazy and swallow a buncha pills I don't need and then - Jesus, and then what? That's it. That's the rest of my life here. Fucked up on pills and faking like I'm outta my mind because you didn't wanna stand up to a buncha traitors.
I'm not gonna turn on you, Jesse. Let's get that straight right now — that's not what this is. I'm helping you in the best way I can in these circumstances, both as your lawyer and your friend.
[A little hesitantly:] I'm saying I think that you talking to someone might not be the worst thing in the world. It might even be good for you, if you're... y'know, willing to open up. She can help you.
Not once have I used that word. I don't think you're crazy, Jesse. I think everything that's happened has done one hell of a number on you and I'm worried that it's gonna get to the point where you won't be able to work past the things that make you upset or angry or — or whatever. I love you and I want to see you be okay and this is the best I can do to try to make that happen.
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[He trails off there, guilt churning in his stomach. It lasts all of five seconds before he reminds himself that this is something that needs to be done.]
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Please give this a chance.
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Okay.
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He didn't realize he was so tense.]
Thank you. 10:30, tomorrow morning. You want me to bring Mike along?
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[A beat.]
Love you, kid. Get some rest.
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