Previously on Breaking Bad, Skyler offered her money-laundering services to Walt so his cover business wouldn't sound quite so ridiculous at dinner parties, and Jesse's pal Combo was shot and killed by the ten-year-old brother of the girl from rehab he's now predatorily banging. But hey, at least he's still off drugs!

The episode proper begins with the cheerful strains of The Association's "Windy," so you know we're about to see something fucking awful. And indeed, we get what could honestly be the opening credits to a TV show about a poor, gross, motel meth-head who gives out copious blowjobs to fat men in crappy cars so she'll have the money for a tint bag of the meth that's making her face look like a John Waters character. In the grand tradition of Breaking Bad opening sequences, it's impeccably filmed and cheeky and intriguing and completely unnerving.

As the song dies out, we see our girl (who I'm going to have to call Windy, right?) carrying a bag of fast-food burgers to a car. She walks past Tomas riding his bike around that little patch of pavement like he always does, so we know what corner we're on. And we know what car she's approaching. I have no idea if these guys have names or not, so I'm just going to call them Frick and Frack for now. Frick (who is bald and tatted up) and Frack (who is bearded and kinda tired-looking) accept her gift of grease-soaked meat product, and instead of returning in kind (ew), they hand her a bag of the blue stuff. From a block away, Jesse watches from his car. And he's thinking. Which is never ever good.

After the credits, we see Walt had taken Flynn out driving. Flynn happily asks if it's cool if he uses the Aztek here for his driving test next week, since Mom's brakes suck. Walt says yes, though the fact that the camera just cut to an outside-the-car shot to emphasize the tape on the windshield -- reminding us how many times that glass has had to be replaced -- fills me with dread for some reason. Flynn then asks Walt if he's doing okay. Walt says he is, then Flynn specifically asks about his feet, and Walt looks down to see one foot on the gas and one on the break. Flynn says he knows it's not the right way, but it makes sense given his condition, and he just needs a note from a doctor for it to pass muster with his driving instructor. And then once he gets his provisional, he can work on it. Walt, in an uncharacteristic moment of accepting life's little imperfections, just smiles and says as long as it works for Flynn, it's fine with him.