Jesse's sitting on the floor of his depressingly unfurnished, ill-gotten home, listening to something on the phone. Whatever it is, it elicits the lone smile we've gotten from him all season. You guys, I miss Jesse so much. It feels like we've lost him, doesn't it? He's interrupted by a knock at the door, and the smile goes away. Back to the shell that walks. It's Saul at the door, who has adopted a tone of upbeat wheedling for any and all interactions with Jesse. He hands him a tiny potted cactus as a housewarming present, lightly chides him for not answering his phone (what if he was calling to warn of a DEA raid, for example?), and confirms that Jesse's staying clean. Because he's concerned! You guys, stop snickering. Anyway, Saul's real reason for stopping by is that he'd like Jesse to convince Walt to start cooking again. Saul notes Jesse's lack of furnishings, calling him "house poor," and says they could both stand to benefit from Walt kicking the business started again. Jesse agrees, via an imperceptible head nod. Saul doesn't know what that means Jesse's going to do, so Jesse's like, "Yes! I'll talk to him! Now bounce!" Aw, bounce. That's the blaccenting Jesse I love. He hustles Saul out the door, pushing it shut from the inside like he's got to barricade it to keep the world out. Then it's back to his phone. He dials a number, and this time we hear the other end of the call. It's the familiar sound of Jane's outgoing message: "Hey, if you're trying to sell me something, I've got four little words for you: Do Not Call List. However, if you're cool, leave it at the beep." Jesse slides the phone down from his ear. He's gotten his fix.

Hank's in his car, waiting for Gomez to return with the coffee. He gets a call that, from Hank's effusive "thank you"s, is very good news. Gomez, having returned, asks what's up. Hank says strings were pulled, and El Paso wants him back. Because he's Hank, he makes with the gregarious/obnoxious crowing, as Gomez congratulates him. But as Hank turns back to start the car, we see the look on his face. The look that remembers that the last time he was in El Paso ended with an exploding tortoise killing his colleagues.