The next day (that day?) Walt pulls into the laundro-meth parking lot and makes note of the car next to him, which has, standing upright in the roof, some queer-ass pennyfarthing-meets-gokart looking bicycle contraption. Now, first of all, Walt is one to make a face when he's carrying her nerdly little sack lunch, but also, he knows what this means. Gale's back as his assistant. Down in America's Meth Kitchen, Walt finds that his key no longer works, and that Victor's going to be acting as the new doorman/babysitter of the lab. Walt's peeved, but you kinda can't blame Gus for that one. Down the stairs, Walt greets Gale, and it's tough to get a read on him. He's polite but not as effusive as he once was. He greets Walt with a handshake and then suits up for work.
Elsewhere, Mike is being really quite adorable with his little granddaughter as he drops her off after an afternoon out. This effort at humanization obviously makes me think he's getting killed in this episode, proving I have watched too much Sopranos and that the Breaking Bad producers are officially fucking with me personally. He gives her a hug and a handful of balloons to take with her, though she notes that he's keeping quite a few balloons in the back seat of the car for himself. Oh, sweetie, you know grandpas. They love their balloons. Though most of them probably don't use them to -- as Mike does here, as we're suddenly under cover of night -- float them up into power lines as a low-budge method of cutting off the power to this tiny little factory we see in the distance. Balloons go up, spark-spark-CRACK-sizzle, the lights go out. While I contemplate what Mike would have done if a stiff breeze had kicked in just then, we see what could very well be a backdoor pilot for Mike: Cranky Old Man Spy. He takes out two armed thugs at the door; he comes upon an Asian woman babbling and petrified at her desk and takes her shoe, tosses it down the hallway, waits for the impetuous gunman there to come out shooting, and then plugs him in the back; and for his final trick, he creeps down the hallway to find a trembling Asian guy at a desk with his hands in the air. Mike knows there's another gunman there, on the other side of the wall. He points his gun at said wall as asks Asian guy if he's got it right. Asian guy, bless him, raises his hands higher, so Mike raises his gun higher and fires. Got him. What follows is a lot of inside-baseball talk that exists to let us know that Gus's subsidiary businesses (of which this is one) are being preyed upon by a rival cartel. Mike just cleaned those guys out, but he also shoots Asian guy in the hand and has the trembling secretary woman drive him to the hospital, I guess to teach the lesson that you don't just let other cartels come in and take your shit. Regardless, Gus's grasp on his territory clearly isn't what it once was.