The Pitch

(Jesse’s apartment, night. Tense guitar riff under a ticking hi-hat. Walt steps out from the shadows.)

JESSE: [Verse 1 - Male Tenor Vocal]

Mr. White?! What the hell, are you outta your mind?

Followin’ me home, you’re steppin’ way outta line—

WALTER: [Verse 2 - Male Baritone Vocal]

Jesse Pinkman. Or should I say — Cap’n Cook?

Saw the whole thing go down, saw the DEA, saw the look

On your face when they hauled your cousin Emilio away,

Your lab’s gone, your money’s gone, so here’s what I gotta say—

JESSE: [Verse 3 - Male Tenor Vocal]

Say what? You gonna turn me in, Mr. White?

Snitch to the cops, ruin my whole life overnight?

WALTER: [Verse 4 - Male Baritone Vocal]

Or you could partner up. Your world for my brain —

You know the streets, I know the chemistry, let’s explain:

You cook garbage, thirty percent pure at best,

I could cook something that blows away the rest.

(Beat drops, tighter, more aggressive)

JESSE: [Verse 5 - Male Tenor Vocal]

Hold up, hold up — you’re like sixty years old,

You wanna break bad? Man, that’s crazy, that’s bold,

You’re a chemistry teacher! You drive a minivan!

You really think you got what it takes to be that man?

WALTER: [Verse 6 - Male Baritone Vocal]

I got a lung full of cancer and a family to feed,

I got eleven months left, give or take, by my read,

I’m not doin’ this for kicks, I’m not doin’ this for fun,

I’m doin’ this so my kids are provided for when I’m done.

(Music slows, Walt counting under his breath, orchestral strings entering)

WALTER: [Verse 7 - Male Baritone Vocal]

Let me run the numbers — mortgage, tuition, the baby on the way,

Medical bills pilin’ up more every single day,

Round it up, round it down, carry the debt —

Seven hundred thirty-seven thousand. That’s the number I get.

JESSE: [Verse 8 - Male Tenor Vocal]

That’s oddly specific—

WALTER: [Verse 9 - Male Baritone Vocal]

I’m a precise man, Jesse.

That’s the number that keeps my family free of a mess. See,

This isn’t about greed, this ain’t about power,

This is a dyin’ man tryna buy back some hours.

(Full instrumentation kicks in — both trading lines rapid-fire)

JESSE: [Verse 10 - Male Tenor Vocal]

This is insane—

WALTER: [Verse 11 - Male Baritone Vocal]

This is survival—

JESSE: [Verse 12 - Male Tenor Vocal]

You want in the game, there’s no half-time revival—

WALTER: [Verse 13 - Male Baritone Vocal]

I don’t need half — I need pure, I need clean,

Ninety-nine percent, best the world’s ever seen.

BOTH: [Verse 14 - Male Duet Bartone and Tenor]

So what’s it gonna be — partners, or enemies?

One phone call from me and you’re on your knees—

JESSE (resigned, half-smiling): [Verse 15 - Male Tenor Vocal]

Alright, alright, damn — you got a deal, old man.

Let’s see if the teacher can cook like he says he can.

(Sharp final chord. Blackout.)