Walt pulls back into the hospital parking lot -- the tape is still on his second new windshield of the season, in a nice nod to continuity -- and next thing we know, he's once again answering the white courtesy phone. The sight of Walt chatting with his meth-cooking partner in the middle of a lobby filled to busting with cops is a striking one. "Reverend," Walt bullshits, "so nice of you to call." He then steps out into the parking lot, so he can talk to Jesse for real. And by "talk," I mean "lecture and harangue Jesse about bothering him." But Jesse tells him about Bag Man's visit, and how they have a quota to meet. Walt's distracted, though, and asks Jesse to remember back to Tuco, and how he had threatened them that people were coming up from Mexico to take care of them. Jesse vaguely recalls, but ultimately doesn't care to rack his brain too hard. Which is easy for him to do, since he didn't see the stumpy-legged Diablo crawling across a bloody floor with murder in his eyes. "His cousins," Walt brainstorms, "right? It was his cousins?" Jesse's all, "Sure, yeah, that's a possibility." He asks why, but Walt hangs up on him. He's finally as freaked as he should have been all season.
Walt returns with toothbrushes and stuff, and the women head off to make themselves pretty. Which gives Walt a chance to talk to Flynn. He brought the book Flynn had asked for -- a copy of Killing Pablo. Flynn explains that Hank gave it to him, the story of the men who hunted down cocaine kingpin Pablo Escobar. Hank said that while everybody knows Escobar's name, it'd be good to learn about the guys who brought him down. "He said the good guys never get ink like the bad guys," remembers Flynn. This statement lands on Walt with appropriate gravity. Then he gets another phone call and again flees to the parking lot. This time it's Gus. Walt bullshits that he and Jesse are "hard at work," but when Gus presses for delivery of product tomorrow, Walt says they won't be able to make that. "But not for a lack of trying!" he stresses. It's uncomfortable watching someone lie knowing that the person they're lying to knows the whole truth. Gus gives Walt every opportunity to come clean, but Walt simply blame-shifts the whole thing onto Gale. Look, I understand why Walt wouldn't want the local kingpin to know he blew his deadline while standing in a waiting room with 100 DEA agents all day, but still, that takes some balls to blame Gale. Gus keeps silent and lets Walt pull out enough rope to hang himself with, ultimately promising 400 pounds by next week. "I have your word on that?" asks Gus. Walt assures him. Sucker.