Back to Mike, who is now taking a black light to the warehouse, finding specks of contraband for Jesse to scrub clean. Jesse starts to feel chatty. So is Gus gonna kill Hank? He makes the logical case for why Gus might want Hank dead. But, to the eternal credit of Jesse Pinkman, My Total Boyfriend, his voice betrays the fact that he actually wants Hank to live. He says that Walt would go even more apeshit should anything happen to his family. He'd never cook for Gus again. Mike just takes this all in, trying to size up exactly where Jesse's loyalties lie at the moment. He asks Jesse if he'd have a problem if something were to happen to Hank? Jesse ultimately backs down from taking a stand: "Who really cares what I think?"
Outside, Jesse and some randoms are loading up the trucks when one of the randoms totally gets his head blown off! There are snipers, unseen in the hills. Time slows down as Jesse PTSDs at the sight of sprayed blood on the side of the truck. Still can't get past Gale. With Jesse frozen and directly in the sights of the sniper, Mike leaps to pull him to safety. Mike hunkers down for a fight, but Gus is not having that shit. He strides out of the warehouse, into the clearing. Bullets are whizzing past him and hitting right in front of him, like he's The A-Team's van. Holds his arms out to his sides, all Denzel from Training Day. He even juts out his chin. His message, to the sniper he knows is zooming in on his face, could not be more clear: "DO SOMETHING." The sniper -- our cartel ambassador from the previous meeting, lines him up ... but he doesn't shoot. Gus wins. The crazy bastard.
After the break, Gus sits at his desk, in silence. He's not answering the ringing phone. When he finally does, he says, in Spanish, "Tell them the answer is yes." You're just going to encourage future sniping if you cave like this, Gus.
America's Meth Kitchen. Walt receives a special delivery from Mike and Jesse -- the dead sniper victim. Walt resents that he's now become the official company corpse disposer. What did this poor soul do to piss off Gus, he wonders. "Or did he just need to send another message?" Oh Walt. So embarrassingly out of the loop. Mike harshly tells Walt to shut up and grab a barrel. "And if you ever call the cops on one of my men again, you better get two barrels." Walt looks at Jesse -- he's both accusing and wounded. For his part, Jesse doesn't know whose side to take. To be honest, he still looks freaked from the shootout.