Back at Gus's office, Mike presents the four gunmen's IDs and confirms they're cartel. "Probing for weakness," Gus mutters, as concerned as we've ever seen him. Mike says they didn't find any. And as for Jesse Pinkman? Well, Mike is making inquiries.

America's Meth Kitchen. Walt and Gale are closing up a vat and then ... something. DAMN IT! Thirteen whole episodes recapped with painstaking precision and I'm still a few steps short of being able to cook my own meth. Way to let me down, Vince Gilligan. Walt calls up to Victor, boredly leaning against the railing, reading a paper, and tells him he can take his gas mask off now. Gale wonders what his deal is, and Walt evades/explains by saying there was "a little drama with the guy you replaced." Seeing his opening to address their awkward situation, Gale stiffly states his intention to be perfect from here on out. Ahh, so this isn't resentment I'm getting off of Gale, it's the rigidity of the tarnished teacher's pet trying to regain most favored status. How do I love and hate Gale so intensely at the same time? Because I really do. To Walt's credit, he's not being a dick like he used to be, and even though Gale is begging for it, he's not even being all that patronizing. I mean ... "However you like things to be done is exactly how we're going to do them." Gale says this. With a smile. How do you not punch someone this ingratiating? Walt manages to restrain himself (the saint!). Of course, when Gale ends his sniveling run-on sentence with "please teach me," followed by a knowing cut to Victor eavesdropping, I start to gain respect for Gale as a schemer. Don't worry, it won't last.