DEAD* Oshii : its pretty obvious he toggled.
*DEAD* WeaponMaster : nice cheats lon
*DEAD* WeaponMaster : lone how much?
middle: im pretty sure lone is a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cheater
Oshii : have fun with the vac nerd
SWEG : nice aim lock ♥♥♥♥♥♥
BREAK THE LAW : lone the god
nice guy : lone nice trigger
crazyman142 : walls?1
alko139 : not a suprise this cheater clutched
*DEAD* Horizon : walling ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*DEAD* Spider_Pig : WTF?
.J2- ♥ : scripts down long and 1 taps the world
*DEAD* DATSUPERBUNNY : lol full blind
*DEAD* DATSUPERBUNNY : hits a1 tap
*DEAD* A-Azon : waller
Frankie : your full of ♥♥♥♥
Thanks Obama : hacking
*DEAD* joooooopa! : vac
*DEAD* Dr. Dre : asain hacker
Edd : TOGGLE SOME MORE EXE
*DEAD* Hotline Dink : ok chinese man
*DEAD* future glowball elliot : ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ exe runs out cat
*DEAD* future glowball elliot : like a SPEED DEMON
*DEAD* reaping4ever : YOUR HACKING ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
*DEAD* Bill Awpsby [TRADING] : THANK YOU VERY MUCH LEX FOR ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ HACKING
*DEAD* friberg : aimbot
*DEAD* Omgeez : dont you get bored of cheating after a while?
★ ★ Piss Drinker ★ ★ : lose with cheats
*DEAD* LoneRanger : report lone
*DEAD* Reece : lone with the toggler
*DEAD* radical : ♥♥♥♥ you weeab\
*DEAD* Alex : REPORT SWAGGER FOR HACKZ
Dr. Dre : hackign in communityg g
*DEAD* Grim : lol kid is triggering
*DEAD* ZanzyCunt : u are cheating so hard lmao
Grim Reaper CSGORUMBLE.com : lone hacker you noob your not even in a clan
*DEAD* Dáyź ๖ : HACKER KID
*DEAD* Dáyź ๖ : WW
*DEAD* Dáyź ๖ : AHCKER
*DEAD* Dáyź ๖ : WHAT THE ♥♥♥♥ KID
Cat for sale : he is lone hacking/
Cat for sale : be honest
Gabby : how much for those hacks lone?
*DEAD* Chimera : Lone is walling lol
*DEAD* KaarmeleeK|NextEpisode : lone reported
*DEAD* KaarmeleeK|NextEpisode : idiot
*DEAD* revolverocelot : LOL wtf was that
*DEAD* fuel units : what hacks?
speed demon : all
*DEAD* blake. : lone ur a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ in my ass is good g g g g e e r r
y=mx+b=Chinko : wow you are so blatant
*DEAD* HyperioN : such bs
✪ G.i.T : Lone why are you aim hacking
*DEAD* BananaKing : im done
*DEAD* BananaKing : every time
*DEAD* Lone :3 : hehehe
*DEAD* Lone :3 : love u
*DEAD* BananaKing : EVERY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ TIME
*DEAD* TheRealLeafy : YOU ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CHEATER
Bo : DUDE, i need to get Lones Cheats
*DEAD* ✧ Keκ : REPORTED
*DEAD* ✧ Keκ : kill yourself
*DEAD* Eco : nice hax
*DEAD* Goemon : ur hacking
*DEAD* Goemon : wifi is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ flusha
*DEAD* Griswold : private profile god
*DEAD* C9 Jordan : whats the point of hacking in a facei match?
*DEAD* Tank : gl no hcks this half k?
Tank : he's not walling he's aim assisting
RJM : lone go play fpl
Butthole Spade : nice hacks
*DEAD* Blaster876‎ : lone is cheatingBREAKING BAD
by
Vince Gilligan
5/27/05
AMC
Sony Pictures Television
TEASER
EXT. COW PASTURE - DAY
Deep blue sky overhead. Fat, scuddy clouds. Below them,
black and white cows graze the rolling hills. This could be
one of those California "It's The Cheese" commercials.
Except those commercials don't normally focus on cow
We do. TILT DOWN to a fat, round PATTY drying olive
the sun. Flies buzz. Peaceful and quiet. until •••
♥♥♥♥.
drab in
ZOOOM! WHEELS plow right through the ♥♥♥♥ with a SPLAT.
NEW ANGLE - AN RV
Is speeding smack-dab through the pasture, no road in sight.
A bit out of place, to say the least. It's an old 70's era
Winnebago with chalky white paint and Bondo spots. A bumper
sticker for the Good Sam Club is stuck to the back.
The Winnebago galumphs across the landscape, scattering cows.
It catches a wheel and sprays a rooster tail of red dirt.
INT. WINNEBAGO - DAY
Inside, the DRIVER's knuckles cling white to
got the pedal flat. Scared, breathing fast.
wide behind the faceplate of his gas mask.
the wheel. He's
His eyes bug
Oh, by the way, he's wearing a GAS MASK. That, and white
jockey UNDERPANTS. Nothing else.
Buckled in the seat beside him lolls a clothed PASSENGER,
also wearing a gas mask. Blood streaks down from his ear,
blotting his T-shirt. He's passed out cold.
Behind them, the interior is a wreck. Beakers and buckets
and flasks -- some kind of ad-hoc CHEMICAL LAB -- spill their
noxious contents with every bump we hit. Yellow-brown liquid
washes up and down the floor. It foams in a scum around •••
••. Two DEAD BODIES. Two freshly deceased Mexican guys
tumble like rag dolls, bumping into each other.
Completing this picture is
bag lies leaking twenties.
wafts around in the air or
the blizzard of MONEY. A Von's
Fifteen, twenty grand in cash
floats in the nasty brown soup.
CLOSE on the driver's eyes. He's panting like a steam
engine. His mask FOGS UP until finally he can't see.
2.
EXT. COW PASTURE - CONTINUOUS
The Winnebago comes roaring over a berm and down into a deep
gully. Too deep. BAM! The front bumper bottoms out,
burying itself. WAAAAAAHI The rear wheels spin air.
The engine cuts off.
open and out stumbles
mask, lets it drop.
Silence again.
underpants man.
The Winnie's door kicks
He yanks off his gas
He's forty years old. Receding hairline. A bit pasty.
He's not a guy who makes a living working with his hands.
He's not a guy we'd pay attention to if we passed him on the
street. But right now, at this moment, in this pasture?
Right now, we'd step the ♥♥♥♥ out of his way.
Underpants man looks at the RV. End of the line for that.
He listens hard. Out of the silence, we hear .•• SIRENS.
They're faint, a few miles off -- but growing louder. Our
guy knows he's boned with a capital B. He HOLDS HIS BREATH
and leaps back inside the RV.
INT. WINNEBAGO - CONTINUOUS
A chrome 9mm is clutched in the hand of one of the dead
Mexicans. Underpants grabs it, tucks it in his waistband.
His unconscious passenger, still strapped in his seat, lets
out a groan. Underpants leans past him, yanks open the glove
box. He comes up with a WALLET and a tiny Sony CAMCORDER.
EXT. COW PASTURE - CONTINUOUS
Ducking outside, he starts breathing again. A short sleeve
DRESS SHIRT on a hanger dangles from the Winnebago's awning.
Underpants pulls it on. He finds a clip-on tie in the
pocket, snaps it to his collar. No trousers, unfortunately.
He licks his fingers, slicks his hair down with his hands.
He's looking almost pulled together now -- at least from the
waist-up. All the while, the sirens are getting LOUDER.
Underpants figures out how to turn on the camcorder. He
twists the little screen around so he can see himself in it.
Framing himself waist-up, he takes a moment to gather his
thoughts .•• then presses RECORD.
UNDERPANTS MAN
My name is Walter Hartwell White.
I live at 308 Belmont Avenue,
Ontario, California 91764. I am of
sound mind. To all law enforcement
entities, this is not an admission
of guilt. I'm speaking now to my
family.
(swallows hard)
Skyler .•• you are ••• the love of my
life. I hope you know that.
Walter Junior. You're my big man.
I should have told you things, both
of you. I should have said things.
But I love you both so much. And
our unborn child. And I just want
you to know that these .•• things
you're going to learn about me in
the coming days. These things.
I just want you to know that •.•
no matter what it may look like •.•
I had all three of you in my heart.
3.
The sirens are WAILING now, on top of us. WALTER WHITE, the
underpants man, turns off the camcorder. He carefully sets
it on a bare patch of ground by his feet. Next to it he sets
his wallet, lying open where it can be seen.
CLOSE ON the wallet -- a photo ID card is visible. Walt's
smiling face is on it. It identifies him as a teacher at
J.P. wynne High School, Ontario Unified School District.
Walt pulls the chrome pistol from the back of his waistband,
aiming it across the tall weeds. It glints hard in the sun.
Flashing red LIGHT BARS speed into vi