Walt is back in the garage, futzing with some equipment. Jesse arrives, "just in time to get started," according to Walt, who is forcibly amiable as he starts rambling requests to Jesse to prep the materials, like they're going to just do another cook. Jesse asks if they can talk for a second, though. Walt's all "Sure thing, Sport!" But before Jesse can begin, Walt suggests a topic: "Doubling down." It's an odd strategy for someone who knows that Jesse wants out. I guess the idea here is that Walt wants to bowl Jesse over with all the opportunities they have to succeed with this new deal of theirs, but he has to know Jesse has never been in the Empire Business like he has. Walt offers Jesse an expanded role -- a separate lab. A cook of his very own. A spinoff series set at Schrute Farm! "You deserve it," he says. "You're every bit as good as me," he lies. Not that Jesse isn't -- he's probably not, but he could be. The point is, ain't no way Walt thinks that's true. But he's in hardcore manipulation mode. To Jesse's credit, he's looking at Walt with pure suspicion. Nothing has changed, he says. He just wants to get his money and get out. Walt tries to sell the idea of being the BEST at something -- how can he throw that away? To do what, Walt asks, getting more forceful. Jesse doesn't have the answers, of course, so Walt pounces. It's shocking how vicious he gets so quick. He asks Jesse what he's got in his life right now -- nothing but video games and GoKarts, right? (Hey, low blow with the GoKarts -- that was a very difficult time for Jesse!) How soon before he starts using again? Walt even has to hang his head momentarily for playing that card.
Walt returns to the dead boy in the desert. He knows how upset Jesse is -- so is he. "Are you?" Jesse asks, recalling last week's jaunty work whistle. [Note: For those of you playing at home, it turns out the name of the song he was whistling is actually called "Lily of the Valley," not that Jesse would ever figure that out, but just a note of how great Vince Gilligan is. -- Rachel.] "Really?" Walt acts offended that he could even ask such a question. It's an act of blowsy indignation we haven't seen since Blanche Devereaux. Walt asks if he should curl himself up in a ball or lock himself in a room and get high (there it is again) to prove that the kid's death tears him up? Is he supposed to just die with him? He slickly nudges the subject sideways: "It makes me sick that it happened, just like everyone else who died in our wake." Ah ha! "People who we've killed. Gale ... and the rest." Yes, Gale ... and the rest. You remember Gale -- Jesse killed him. You remember "the rest," right? Ah, not important. Walt is so efficient at using language to manipulate, and his rhetorical choices are pretty diabolical here. To his credit, Jesse punches back. "Just because I don't want to cook meth anymore means I'm lying down?" How many more people have to die? Walt repeats his preposterous promise that nobody else will ever have to die now that they're in charge. "You keep saying that, and it's bullshit every time!" Jesse says it again: he's done. "Give me my money and you and I... we're done." Walt smirks. Why the money? Why does he want it? Jesse's like, "Because it's mine?" But Walt wonders why Jesse would want $5 million worth of blood money, now that he's so high and mighty.