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[vamonos]

You're ready to try again? That's alright. I'm ready, too. I like you. I like this pace. Kind of steady, I reckon. That's how you go the distance, slow and steady.

Not a runner? Come on; take it step by step. We'll teach you to run.

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[chemo]

Just what are you getting up to now, Todd?

[vamonos]

Not sure yet, Mr. White. Getting up to...however much I can, I guess. However much she, um.

Lets me.

[chemo]

Show a little more conviction, Todd. I know you can go far with this, if you try.

[magnets]

Yeah, well, running oughta be the easy part.

[ Right up until you trip. ]

[vamonos]

Doesn't come so easy for some people.

[magnets]

Breathing don't either. Voluntary versus, like, involuntary, I guess.

WHOA SETTLE DOWN, WEE BEAN

[vamonos]

Everybody here is breathing fine, Pinkman. As of right now, I mean.

YOU STARTED IT!!

[magnets]

Right now. [ Don't get too attached. ]

So where's 'the distance' anyway?

yeah well ill finish it too, better watch it

[vamonos]

Listen, I don't want to talk about this if you're gonna be unreasonable. All you've done so far is yell at me.

the name of the game is ON, mamacita

[magnets]

Sorry, uh, like that's s'posed to be surprising.

aaaaaawww SshheEEEE

[vamonos]

Not surprising. Annoying.

I don't think you really want to know what's in the works.

[magnets]

Oh, gee, sorry, I'll try not to upset you so much.

What, practicin' the element'a surprise?

[vamonos]

No, I--no. The only person you're upsetting is yourself, Jesse, calm down.

[magnets]

I guess that'd kinda mean a robot's got, like -- you know, feelings.

Look, guess what? Asshole? You don't get to tell me what to do here.

[vamonos]

[Let's take a minute, just--take a minute to cross the arms and turn and walk a little circle before we say anything else. Just a minute, maybe you should count to ten too.]

[magnets]

[ He's counting steps instead, watching Todd's every move and visibly tensing as he paces. Quiet with Todd's like the quiet after a gunshot; dangerous, just waiting to assess the damage. ]

[vamonos]

[He comes back determinedly, answers like to a drill sergeant. Sharp, straight.] She wants to take me to something steady. Something regular. Maybe where you are.

[magnets]

[ He goes a little jumpy at the suddenness; just for a second, almost innate. ]

Pretty sure they filled their serial killer quota.

Man, you realize it's, like, total shitheap, right? What're you gonna do? Get to, uh, kill a lot of shit? What, fill your spank bank?

[vamonos]

Spank bank. I don't know, what do you do there?

[magnets]

Spank bank. Like, stay alive. [ He swallows at that. ] Best I can. Keep safe.

[vamonos]

That's all I want. Stay alive, the best I can.

[Not so different, right?] How long have you been there? Do you feel safe?

[magnets]

[ His shoulders go up slowly, almost to around his ears. ]

Like, what? With me and Mr. White? Like nothin's goin' on?

[vamonos]

Maybe. Can I ask you a question? Without you...freaking out, I mean.

[magnets]

[ Without him freaking out, yeah, like he's got no fucking reason. He's quiet for a beat fingers flexing. ]

Well? What, what do you want?

[vamonos]

[One hand up: just keep it cool.] Do you think that's where you're alive at your best? Behind him? Behind-- [He shuffles left, right. Proceeds carefully.] --Mr. White.

[magnets]

-- Who... the hell else would I stand behind? What's that mean?

[vamonos]

You're-- [Okay, look, let's be quiet.] --You're better. Like, you know that. Right?

[magnets]

-- I'm what?

[vamonos]

You said you weren't gonna freak out.

[magnets]

I didn't promise jack shit. What does that even mean?

[vamonos]

I mean, you don't need to be on anybody's apron strings.

[magnets]

Ain't on -- like nobody's strings. Like you don't think we're partners, like this ain't even.

[vamonos]

[ B| ] Nevermind. Forget it, I didn't say anything.

[magnets]

[ Why the hell is he even listening to -- ]

No, go ahead. Go ahead and say it.

[vamonos]

I said nevermind, Pinkman. [He waves his hands, universal symbol for get the fuck outta here.] It's gone. Do you get Christmas in that place?

[magnets]

[ It's gone, great, that means he's not getting it out of him again. The next question kind of catches him off-guard, though: ]

There's — Well, I mean, winter's comin' up, so I guess so? There's, like, fuckin' scarecrows wearing people's faces and you wanna know if they got a Christmas?