After the break, Walt sucks it up and finally appears from behind the rock. It should be noted that Gomez and Hank have guns, but Jesse does not. Hank has Walt approach them. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. He has Walt drop his gun. Slowly. He has Walt put his hands up. Slowly. Walk towards him, slowly. Hank is taking 0.00 chances here. Jesse is 100% waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Walt to pull another magic trick out of his ass. Ultimately, Hank has Walt turn around, lace his fingers behind his head and walk backwards towards him. Then drop to his knees. With Gomez inches away, rifle pointed right at Walt, Hank puts the cuffs on his Heisenberg. As Gomez pats Walt down, Hank takes a moment to brag about the photo he doctored of the money. He took it out back, by the barbecue grill where they used to be family once. Hank knew what would draw Walt out, see. The money. Of course, Hank is kind of taking credit for Jesse’s idea, but whatever. Jesse almost can’t believe he’s seeing Walt in cuffs. It’s hard to parse what he might be feeling, but a mixture of wary triumph and gnawing regret that it’s come to this have to be two major contenders. But then he remembers that this is a victory. He tells Walt he recognizes this place as where they did their first cook. He’s almost amused that Walt would be so sentimental. Walt just stares a hole through his head. He calls Jesse a "coward." Jesse spits in his face and the two men have to be physically separated.

Hank then tries, in vain, to get Walt to point out the exact location of the barrels. No matter, though. They’ll have the DEA out here digging soon enough. Hank offers to flip Gomez for the chance to read Walt his Miranda, but Gomez rightly says the honor is all Hank’s. You just have to know Hank won’t be able to get away with feeling this good for too long. And you ESPECIALLY know that when he makes a call to Marie to tell her, "I got him!" From a we’re-watching-TV perspective, it’s a numbskull move -- counting your chickens before you’ve called in back-up chickens. But in the context of this story -- where Marie has been the only person he could trust for several weeks -- it’s totally understandable. Even if the DEA ends up looking at him weird for having Heisenberg under his nose this whole time, he’ll be a hero to Marie. She even stops talking about the weird brain matter in her trash.

Meanwhile, Gomez has put Jesse in Walt’s car, and he and Hank divide up responsibilities. Hank will take Walt back for booking, and on the way he’ll call the tribal police and alert them to their presence. So, as of this moment, no one else knows they’re there. Gotcha. Perfect. What could go wrong at this late stage? Oh, right… that fucking Nazi bastard and his gang of lawless murderers who Walt set in motion and then thought he could stop with a feeble whisper that the job is off. On a cell phone. In the middle of nowhere. Yeah, raise your hand if you’re shocked that Jack didn’t/wouldn’t get the message. So two trucks full of weaponized Nazis get out, and from the back of Hank’s SUV, Walt is screaming for Hank to beware. Then, once the weapons have been drawn, he starts screaming at Jack that the job is off. Again, he either doesn’t hear Walt or doesn’t want to. Someone’s dangled the chance to murder in front of his face, and he doesn’t want to pass it up. Similarly, when Hank and Gomez identify themselves as federal agents, Jack either doesn’t believe them or wants to see some badges so they can get the jump on shooting them. Either way, Hank and Gomez are outgunned by a factor of six or more. Even goddamn Todd has a handgun drawn, which is about as good as Hank has it.

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