Back inside the car wash, Skyler anxiously asks Walt if there is any "news." That would be "news" on whether Walt has successfully murdered the boy he once taught chemistry to before looping him into an escalating life of violence and horror. Yeah, no news on that front yet. Meanwhile, Walt is placed in the frame where the "ICE COLD" promise on the soda machine sits right above his shoulder. Hey, Breaking Bad, when you’re right, you’re right. Walt then stares out the window, into the big scary world full of people who might want to murder him for what he’s done. He places his hand over the pocket with his gun in it, and then looks over to his wife and son. Classic image-poem that reads "My Family/Whatever it takes." It’s at this point that the text notification on his phone blinks. By the way, it’s supposed to be like 2010 in this timeline, right? So I guess Walt having a flip phone isn’t as egregious as it seems now. That’s exactly the right phone for an uncool dad to have in 2010. (Full disclosure: my dad has a flip phone in 2013, but for God’s sake, we can’t go by him.) Anyway, the text is simply a photo of a barrel wedged into the ground, unearthed enough to have removed the lid, revealing all that sweet, sweet cash inside. Boy, Hank is really proving himself to be something of a prodigy when it comes to cell phone art. Get this man a Tumblr immediately.

Walt, as you might expect, flips right out, and the soundtrack reflects this change of mood. Jesse phones him immediately and is like, "Look familiar, bitch?" Jesse really lets the “bitch”es fly during this phone call, I should note. He tells Walt there are six more barrels like that one that he just dug up out in the desert. Cut to Walt speeding down the road, blowing past red lights, still on the phone with Jesse, who explains about Huell giving up the intel on Walt’s money-burying plan. It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to bait this particular hook for Walt. Jesse threatens to burn the money unless Walt gets his ass out to the desert, like, immediately. Walt squeals that he’s on his way and starts to beg. Jesse warns him not to hang up or put him on hold (again: embarrassingly easy to execute this trap) and that he’ll burn $10,000 a minute until Walt shows up. "Don’t you touch my money!" Walt seethes. "Fire in the hole, bitch!" is Jesse’s response. "There goes 10 Gs. Oh, nice orange flames." Like, this is kind of hilarious how obvious Jesse is being without Walt noticing. "Nice orange flames. Such a real fire. I’m absolutely burning your money that I 100% found for real, right at this minute. Not even kidding or perpetrating a hoax, bitch."

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