Walt takes a look at the money he's got left: $137,000. That's less than he made when he was with Fring. Mike looks at Walt without the faintest whisper of pity: "Just because you shot Jesse James don't make you Jesse James." BOOM.
Mike heads to his car, but Walt hangs back with Jesse and muses. He asks Jesse how he feels. Jesse says he broke it off with Andrea; the specter of confessing what he's doing ... what he's done ... Gale ... it was too much. Unlike his show of paternal concern the night before, Walt doesn't even have it in him to pretend to be concerned right now. He meant how does Jesse feel about their meager cut. Jesse wisely injects some perspective and says while working for Gus, they cooked 200 lbs. a week; this batch was under 50. They cleared less money but got a bigger piece of the pie. He tosses Walt's own words back at him: they're owners now, not employees. Walt doesn't acknowledge this much and instead changes the subject to poor Victor. At the time, Walt says, he figured Gus killing Victor was a message to him and Jesse. But now he's thinking that maybe Victor trying to cook that batch on his own ... "maybe he flew too close to the sun, got his throat cut." Oh, Jesse. You're in the middle of something awful. Dad's thinking about killing Dad.
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