The next day at work, Gale could not look more squirrelly if he tried. He and Walt are scrubbing out one of the vats, Gale's eyes darting all around. Gale begins to ask what sounds like an inquiry into Walt's health, but Victor sidles up and makes his presence known, spooking Gale into asking some inane procedural question. Walt rolls his eyes at Victor being all up in their business, but you wonder if that's not all he noticed.
Saul's in his office, lying on the floor and employing one of those mechanical foot relaxers. In case you were worried this show had run out of ways to show Saul being lazy and indulgent. His secretary buzzes in, and while Saul tells her to blow off whoever it is, his office door opens within seconds. It's Mike, of course. And Saul is the last person on this show to know how much of a threat Mike is to him. Mike calmly asks Saul for the whereabouts of one Jesse Pinkman, and Saul gets pissy as a stonewalling tactic. Mike, again calmly, asks Saul to just tell him so he can be on his way. Saul gets more irritated and starts to sit up, but Mike puts out a hand and tells Saul he's good right the hell where he is. Saul begins to get a glimmer of the power imbalance he's at here.
Mike takes a seat. "Now when I say I'm looking for Pinkman, we both know why, don't we?" Do we? More specifically, does Saul? He doesn't say otherwise, so maybe Saul knew all along that Mike was on loan from Gus. Anyway, Gus cautions Saul from saying/doing anything that would annoy him. Saul threatens to do just that when he cites attorney-client privilege, of all things, as his reason why he can't tell Mike anything. He says if he spilled on Jesse, Mike would then worry that he'd one day spill on him. Where's the trust in that? "I trust the hole in the desert I'll bury you in," Mike threatens, steady as you please. Saul gets the picture. "Saul," Mike continues, "don't make me beat you 'til your legs don't work." Okay, now Saul REALLY gets the picture. Saul, in probably his most admirable moment, tells Mike he just can't tell him. "I just couldn't live with myself." Aw. Concern for Jesse Pinkman turns weasels into men. Of course, one sudden move from Mike and he's a weasel again, leaping to his feet and offering Mike a workaround. Say if perhaps Saul had written down Jesse's current location on a notepad. A notepad eerily similar to the one Saul is now pulling out of his desk drawer and laying on the center of his desk. "Do not touch anything on my desk," Saul fake-admonishes, then leaves the office for a Nescafe. Of course a Nescafe. He goes, and Mike checks out the notepad, which says Jesse's at a trailer park in Virginia. So...worse product placement: Nescafe, for when you're feeling extra cowardly, or Staples, which is the brand of notepads you want to think of when you think of grizzled hitmen hunting down sweet-if-misguided drug dealers?