So ... Walt gone crazy, y'all. If he's not trying to throw potted plants through Ted Beneke's office wall (fail), he's trying to make out with Vice Principal Carmen at school (awkward fail, followed by a suspension), and he manages to attack Saul and unknowingly forfeit the few people keeping him safe from unseen forces.
Meanwhile, Jesse's gone and cooked another batch of the blue stuff. After bartering meth for gas with a sweet gas station girl -- a move that seemed ill-advised for moral reasons until it became ill-advised for practical reasons when Hank followed the trail to the gas station and its ATM camera -- Jesse wants Saul to hook him up with Gus so he can get paid. When he tells Walt about this, expecting Walt to be proud his protégé cooked up such a sweet batch, Walt instead flips out on him, berating him for sullying the Heisenberg brand and just generally acting like a dickhole. So Jesse reaches out to Gus through channels and unloads the meth. But he only gets half the payment. The other half gets chucked into Walt's car at an intersection.
Also, Skyler's still fucking Ted Beneke (and winning no friends at the office), and Hank keeps finding reasons not to go to El Paso. Of course, one of those reasons is that aforementioned incredibly strong lead on the blue meth, so let's not come down too hard on the guy.
It isn't too late to catch up on this show, the first two seasons are on DVD.
Previously on Breaking Bad, Skyler f*cked Ted. Other things happened.
We open on a gas station that's so out of the way, they don't even have the up-to-date price on Kools. Jesse pulls up in the RV, apparently on his way home after his cooking expedition. A couple days in the desert has returned the patchy scruff to his face, which will only benefit everybody. He's also managed to regain a bit of his old swagger, as evidenced by the fact that he tries to get the cherubic counter girl to let him slide on the cost of gas, as he's fresh outta cash. The girl gets giggly in his presence -- and who could blame her? As my pal the Couch Baron so astutely texted me Sunday night, "He's got the best eyelashes of any meth dealer I've ever met." Mmm hmm. ...Sorry, where were we? Right, lost in Jesse's eyes. ANYWAY! The girl is not a rule-breaker and it doesn't look like she's going to cave. Until Jesse pulls out a baggie with the blue stuff in it. "Maybe we could trade. ...Ever try it?" His face cocked flirtily to the side. She hasn't; she's only smoked pot. "That stuff's really addictive right?" she asks. Jesse shakes it off. "It's just a media thing." So when Jesse said he accepted his role as a bad guy, I guess he really, really meant it. She asks what it's like. "It's awesome," Jesse says, with just enough honesty to prove he knows better. "Everything is maximum interesting. You get these really cold and sharp-like action dagger feelings? It's awesome." He presses her. This is hard to watch. A police officer rolls into the store, and Jesse, with the cocksure steeliness of a much less scrawny man, keeps the meth baggie on the counter, and his eyes squarely on his lady friend. With the cop now in line to check out, she takes it. Victorious, Jesse saunters out. A dealer once again.
Saul's Strip Mall Law Emporium (Lawmporium?). Saul is trying out different neck brace sizes for this biker whose ambulance he chased. Mike shows up -- without knocking, a nice clue as to who's running who in this operation -- and Saul quickly shuffles biker (and his grandma) out. Though not before reminding them to tell their friends that he's drumming up a class-action for the victims of flight 515. "Victims' families would be great, but I'll take anyone on the ground who suffered emotionally!" I'll say this for Saul: as an attorney, the man is inclusive. He asks Mike if there's trouble. Mike, in turn, produces a tape.
Cut to Saul and Mike listening to the recording of the aftermath of Skyler's revelation to Walt that she F'ed T. I love that this is how we get to witness that inevitable screaming match play out. Wonderfully inventive. Particularly because the argument is pretty much the screaming match we expected. Saul sits with a half-amused look on his face as Walt rails at her for her pathetic taste in adultery-bait, while Skyler tests her "if you don't like it, then leave" hypothesis, which gets her predictably nowhere. At one point, a terrible, metallic crunching sound blares, and Saul is momentarily repulsed. "Garbage disposal," Mike says, dispassionately. "Screw 'em all," Walt yells, "I'm not going anywhere!" "Suit yourself," Skyler snipes and slams the door behind her on the way out of the room. "Is this a good or a bad thing?" Saul asks. Mike points to the recorder in time for Walt to say, to himself, "I'll suit myself to his face!" "It's a bad thing," Saul concludes. Yeah, and not just because of that terribly weak burn.