I don’t know what to tell you I ain’t said like… Five hundred times already. I have no idea where he is. Don’t know where he’s headed, either. North, south, west, east, Mexico. The Moon. I don’t have a clue. But, yo… …even if I did… I wouldn’t tell you. ‘Cause I been watching the news same as everybody else. I seen that little cage of his they kept him in. I heard about what all they did to him to make sure he kept cooking. So, sorry. I don’t know what to tell you. No way I’m helping you people put Jesse Pinkman back inside a cage.