A high school chemistry teacher diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer turns to manufacturing and selling methamphetamine in order to secure his family's future.
These doctors... talking about surviving. One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around, too tired to get up... and so nauseated that I can't even move my head.
— Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
— Why do you do it?
— Money, mainly.
— There you go.
— Nah, come on! Man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age, what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?
— I'm 50.
— It's weird is all, okay? It doesn't compute. Listen... if you've gone crazy or something... I mean, if you've... if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying... that's something I need to know about. Okay? I mean, that affects me.
— I am awake.
Me, with... some dead man, some artificially alive, just marking time?
— It's the last house on the right. See it? Not the two-story one. The one next to it. The kind of... I don't know, what do you call that? Green?
— Sage.
— Sage? What, do you work at the fucking Pottery Barn?
— Sage. That's the word for it. My fault the only word your dumb ass knows is green?
— Cheese dick. I know that one. How 'bout that?
Look, a guy doesn't gotta look like, uh, you know, Charlton Heston... I'm talking Moses days. To get a girl, all right? You just gotta have confidence. Confidence and, uh... And persistence.
— Where... did that come from? And why was it so damn good?
— Because it was illegal.
— You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
— Well, I'll tell you, I know a lack of motivation when I see it. Oh, my... Come on, you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just... Just think outside the box here. We have to move our product in bulk, wholesale. Now, how do we do that?
— What do you mean, to, like, a distributor?
— Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor. Now, do you know anyone like that?
— Yeah, I mean, I used to, until you killed him.
Now, hey, remember, not all learning comes out of books.
— How you feeling?
— About as good as you look. Jeez, you look like... Lex Luthor.
Why you got me running around town trying to find some stupid piece of plastic when I have a perfectly good tub I can use?
Like I came to you, begging to cook meth. «Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal?» Please. I'd ask my diaper-wearing granny... but her wheelchair wouldn't fit in the RV.
