All right, let’s talk about Gale Boetticher. He was a good man and a good chemist and I cared about him. He didn’t deserve what happened to him. He didn’t deserve it at all. But I’d shoot him again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. When you make it Gale versus me, or Gale versus Jesse, Gale loses, simple as that. This is on you, Gus, not me, not Jesse. Gale’s death is on you. I mean, really, what did you expect me to do just simply roll over and allow you to murder us? That I wouldn’t take measures, extreme measures to defend myself? Wrong! Think again.
Adjusting for inflation… good state college, adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 a year, two kids, four years of college… $360,000. Remaining mortgage on the home, $107,000. Home equity line, $30,000, that’s $137,000. Cost of living, food, clothing, utilities, say two grand a month? I mean, that should put a dent in it, anyway. 24K a year provides for, say, ten years. That’s $240,000, plus 360 plus 137… 737. $737,000, that’s what I need. That is what I need. You and I both clear about 70 grand a week. That’s only ten and a half more weeks. Call it eleven. Eleven more drug deals and always in a public place from now on. It’s doable. Definitely doable.