Now. I won't lie -- I totally thought this was legit and that Walt had rolled over on Jesse. I especially thought it when Walt says that Jesse never even left town. But even as a ploy, a last-ditch gambit, it seems a bit weak. Walt's a bigger fish than Jesse ever was; no matter how much aggravation Jesse caused Gus, he'll never be a more important kill than Walt is right now. But Mike is intrigued. "I'll take you to him," he promises. "I'll take you right to him." Mike demands a location, but Walt says he's been moving around a lot. Just let him call and set up a meeting. He gingerly pulls out his phone and calls.
Jesse is...still at the later tag, I think? Sitting in the dark and lighting (though not smoking -- not yet) a meth pipe. He's about to put it to his lips when the phone rings. He picks up and asks, "Did you do it?" Before Walt begins speaking, "Mike grabs his arm and pulls the phone closer. He wants to monitor this as best he can. "No, I didn't do it," Walt begins. "I can't now. It's gonna have to be you." Jesse freaks and says he can't. "You're closer than we are," Walt says, which is strange enough that Mike turns his head. "You'll have a 20 minute lead, they've got me at the laundry and they're going to kill me." Mike snatches the phone while Walt screams "Do it, Jesse! Do it now!" Jesse picks up his gun and starts running.
Victor points his own gun at Walt, joined by Mike, who wants to know exactly what that was. "You might want to hold off," Walt says. No whimpering this time. The Heisenberg Mask of Intensity is back. Mike cocks the gun and asks why. "Because your boss is gonna need me. 6353 Juan Tabo, apartment 6." Mike's eyes go wide. Victor books out to his car. "Yeah," Walt punctuates.
Mike places a call to Gale, but Gale can't hear it over the noise of whatever unbearably lame thing he's currently listening to. Not only are the Chipmunks singing The Best of Edith Piaf (my best guess), but his kettle is also boiling. He grabs a gadget that's basically a radar gun that measures temperature and discovers that, in fact, this boiling kettle of water that is whistling is actually boiling. Seriously, I have to say it again: kudos to the Breaking Bad team for making Gale at once the most completely innocent and yet rage-inducingly pathetic creature in the universe. The phone's still buzzing, unheard. And there's a knock at his door.