Meanwhile, Mike and Jesse are in Crackton on a stakeout. Mike points out one particularly skanky looking shack and says the two dealers who live there are selling the blue stuff, only they didn't get from Gus's operation. So Mike and Jesse are going to wait for one of them to come outside, and then confront them. Jesse wants to charge in, of course, but Mike reminds him that these guys are heavily into the product and most likely armed. "What you may not know about meth-heads -- or maybe you do -- is that they're kinda unpredictable," Mike says. "I don't care for unpredictable. So we wait." Jesse, however, doesn't care for just sitting there, and it's maybe not entirely due to his withdrawal shakes. So he charges out, intending to pose as a buyer; he wants to be the hero again. So this total skeezer named Tucker answers the door, and if you ask me to describe what he looks like, I'll just cry, so I'll just say that he's nearly too spaced out to speak, which is fine, because whoever else is in the house is repeatedly screaming "TUCKER!" over and over again. So Jesse begs for the blue stuff, but gross-ass Tucker says they don't sell to strangers and slams the door shut.
Back at the car, Mike kind of smugly suggests they go back to waiting. But Jesse STILL won't sit still. Instead, he gets the shovel out of the trunk. "You may know this whole P.I. sit-in-the-car business," he tells Mike, "but I know meth-heads." After a weirdly showy shot from the POV of the shovel (how exactly did THAT advance the story?), it does seem like Jesse knows what he's talking about, as he starts digging in the front yard and immediately draws Tucker ("TUCKER!") outside. He watches Jesse dig for a bit and becomes deeply interested. Why's he doing that? Jesse: "You know why." Then he asks Tucker, "How deep do you think it is?" Whatever "it" is, Tucker definitely wants to find out. Jesse then asks Tucker to take over digging, and he does. Because being on meth is like getting post-hypnotic suggestions, I guess. This allows Jesse to slip inside while Mike looks on warily. Inside the horror show of a house, the TUCKER-yeller keeps yelling "TUCKER!" Jesse finds him, and he's not happy. He's gross, too. And pacing with a shotgun. Jesse spots the bag of blue meth and the tub of Pollos goo it came from. Screamy says the meth is not for sale. Jesse tries to draw him outside to find Tucker, but Screamy's too agitated. He puts shotgun in his face and says "We doesn't have enough for you!" Jesse backs off, saying, "We're cool. We're good." Screamy doesn't react to THAT choice of words well at all. "Don't put thoughts him my head!" he yells. Someone somewhere makes a noise, and Jesse brains the dude with a bong and grabs the gun. Mike then stalks in, surveys the scene -- less of an unambiguous hero moment for Jesse, as he really let the situation get away from him, but once again he prevails. Mike grabs the Pollos bucket lid and sees the phrase "¿Estas listo para platicar?" written on it.