He got sick of my shit. I mean, of course he did. But he did something about it, finally.

[A cold bitterness creeps into Jesse's voice and stays there.]

At first, he tried to do it quiet, 'cause the heat was coming down on me. Him and Saul, some bullshit about getting me outta town. Who the hell knows what they were gonna do with me if I went along with it. Were probably gonna gimme the same send-off they gave you.

Anyway, I snapped when I started putting things together. Went after Saul first, busted him up pretty bad. Then I went and tried to burn Mr. White's house down.

His brother-in-law - Schrader - he caught me at it. Lighter and gasoline and everything.