I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring.
And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104.
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