The lab. All four men are sitting in silence, because what's left to do until Angry Dad shows up? Walt, however, is not one to be happy with a stalemate when he knows he still has the high hand. He declares that they've all got another 15 minutes before he and Jesse need to start up another batch. Victor doesn't want to hear Walt speak one single word, but words are where Walt gets to show everybody how much smarter he is than the rest of them, so he continues that the important thing is to not interrupt Gus's beloved flow of production, right? And since Gale is currently airing out the back of his head at home, he and Jesse are the only people who can make that happen. While Walt is making his case to Mike, Victor gets up, seemingly throwing a tantrum. But as he picks up a gas mask, turns on the power grid, and begins prepping the tanks, Walt starts to catch on. Jesse's still staring at the floor in the corner, but Walt just gets scowlier and scowlier. By the time Victor starts pouring liquid ingredients, it becomes clear: Victor knows how to cook. I mean... somebody should have seen this coming, right? The guy's been basically auditing Walter's classes for weeks now. Still and all: gulp.
Outside the offices of Saul Goodman, Attorney at Law -- a.k.a. the strip mall -- some grungy looking man in a sling is trying to open the clearly locked door to the building. He's finally sent on his way by this enormously fat security guard with a pointy head and waking apnea. Saul's secretary looks at this big fatass with disdain, intermittently flipping the pages in her magazine, then fields a call from Skyler, but when she intercoms into Saul's office, he doesn't respond. Because Saul has jumped the tracks ever since finding out Mike was less "his guy" and more "Gus's guy." Saul's tearing his office apart looking for recording devices, even checking under his fake Styrofoam pillars. Cut to Saul, on a pay phone down the road (with Pointy as his lookout), trying to assure Skyler that Walt's disappearance is nothing to be worried about. Skyler thinks the Aztec in the driveway is absolutely something to be worried about, but Saul's like, "Well, maybe he carpools. It's good for the environment." Skyler, incredulous: "He carpools? To his job at the meth lab?" At the words "meth lab," Saul freaks out like any good paranoid, corrupt lawyer would, that Skyler would say such things on an unsecured line. I'm looking forward to a season-long battle of wills between these two. After Saul assures her 100% that Walter is fine, he hangs up, then turns to Pointy and asks if he's got a passport. Always with that escape route, huh, Saul?