At the next Vamonos house, Walt suits up for a cook. He's joined, not too surprisingly, by Dumb Landry the Kid-Killer. Any port in a storm, I guess. Walt clicks back into teacher mode as he promises Landry he's going to ease him into this as they go along. Did he take even basic chemistry in high school? Landry: "Uh duhhhhhhh no." Walt: "As we go, I'll be as detailed as possible without being overwhelming." Not sure that's going to be possible, Walt, as that sentence already seems to have confused our young Landry. Doesn't need him to be Antoine Lavoisier, just his full effort and attention. While Landry wonders why some player for the Quebec Nordiques in the '70s applies to meth cooking, Walt just says if he listens and applies himself, they'll have a fighting chance.
Montage! Meth montage! We know it well. Hey there, trash can full of aluminum shavings! What's up, counterintuitive jazzy music? Looking good, hypnotic blue goo! Walt instructs as he goes, and things seem to be working okay. During a break, Walt sips a beverage and watches a Sham-Wow infomercial while, in the corner, Landry studies the notes he made on his sad little memo pad. Afterwards, Landry tells Walt that this seems "complicated. It's going to take me a few more times to get a grasp on it." Walt rolls his eyes and is all, "Yeah, a few more times." I love when Teacher Walt runs up into Unappreciated Genius Walt. Landry sheepishly asks if he did all right, and Walt says he did fine. He applied himself, which is all he can ask (he fails to add "and you didn't get all haughty about killing kids, so there's that too"). He says now all that's left is to talk money, but Landry's like, "We can talk money once I get this right." That's an oddly high work ethic you got there, kid. Why does it make me not trust you?