Just like last week’s episode, “Madrigal” starts with food: creamy, saucy, fattening, disgusting, “Franch” food. Not as bad as a stack of pancakes from Denny’s but still…not quite Chipotle either.

Wherever we find ourselves, presumably somewhere in Europe, we are in the company of Mr. Schuler—owner of a mall food chain conglomerate, including the now closing Pollos Hermanos. Mr. Schuler appears to be distressed, which can ironically be seen by his lack of expression while tasting the dipping sauces in the presence of his team. Not a word is spoken after he dips one chicken finger after another. His mood only worsens when he’s informed that police are waiting in his office.

From afar, he peers into his office and knows what he must do: he grabs a handheld emergency defibrillator kit on his way to the bathroom and locks himself inside—isolated from the world and whatever treason he has committed outside the bathroom’s red door of solidarity. In a manner just as calm as that of Gus Fring when he adjusted his suit just after having half of his face blown off, Schuler removes his clothes and hooks the kit up to himself, closing the circuit so that the electricity would flow through him and only him. Amidst the cries and chaos outside the bathroom caused by his assistant and the police berating the door, demanding him to come out, Schuler—still calm and collected—flips on the machine and is jolted right off the toilet and onto the floor, forcing his way through the gates of death somewhere in between the short, shocking journey downwards.

When we return from the intro and back onto American soil, we jump into yet another one of those trademark Vince Gilligan scenes that are so beautifully directed and edited with fast cuts and the perfect indie soundtrack that a recap can do it little to no justice. Jesse, still showcasing the caring and thoughtful individual that he is, is panicking over losing the cigarette with ricin that he and Walt planned to kill Gus with. While the audio of his conversation with Walt plays, we watch Walt dismantle the “lost” cigarette in his living room as he replaces the ricin with salt, then hiding the ricin in the outlet behind his nightstand before heading over to search Jesse’s flat for the still “lost” cigarette.

When they finally “find” the “ricin” (here spelled sodium chloride, more commonly referred to as table salt) Walt cunningly slipped into Jesse’s automated vacuum cleaner, there’s an air of relief: the risk of someone accidentally ingesting the poison has evaporated as surely as dihydrogen monoxide, also known as water. And then, almost out of nowhere, Jesse breaks down in yet another moment that is sure to lock in another Aaron Paul Emmy nomination next year. He feels guilty and “stupid” for almost shooting Walt out of the confusion that ensued from the lost ricin scenario. Walt comforts him, assuring him that it’s alright and that they have each others’ backs. Much like he is always capable of doing, Walt weasels his way out of an unfavorable situation through chosen words—for now. That “water” that evaporated easily is sure to come back to haunt Walt down the line, in the form of a dark cloud that’ll storm right on top of his shiny, bald head.

Some of the words Walt chose to use in comforting Jesse were “forward,” “as,” “move” and “we,” specifically in the order of “as we move forward,” which ultimately shocked Jesse out of crying.

“Move forward?”

Part of that navigating in an ahead direction is a visit to Mike’s house who, now unemployed with his boss being blown to smithereens, is enjoying a bit of retirement in the form of beer, unbuckled pants and a movie on television.

“We’re here to talk partnership,” says Walt. He and Jesse want to start up cooking again, splitting the profit three ways. Considering Gus won’t be around and they’ll be in charge of the organization, the profit would be much more lucrative that their last endeavors into the meth cooking industry.

“Thanks but no thanks,” responds Mike. “You’re a time bomb, tick, tick, ticking…and I have no intention of being around for the boom.”

Cancer references aside, Mike is right. Walt wanting to jump right back into cooking blue meth when the DEA’s investigation of the infamous substance is at an all time high clearly indicates the recklessness and invincibility which has taken over Walt. Much like a supervillain who thinks he can take down the city’s hero or the fox who thinks he can swipe a little Mexican girl’s treasure, Walt’s judgment has become jaded by overconfidence.

Now, remember that Schuler guy who electrocuted himself to death? While the DEA—namely Walt’s brother in law, Hank, his partner and their immediate supervisor—are dealing with the blowback of the death (no innocent man would kill himself in such a manner), they’re also discussing Gus and what a different person he was than they would’ve expected. How he would come over to cookouts and teach innovative ways to grill or tell entertaining anecdotes around a bonfire; all the makings of a master of disguise. They’re astounded he could’ve been under their noise for so long without them smelling anything “funny’ while he was cooking meth. All three men are perplexed. And then Hank gets a look, a look that’s usually followed by a revelation not too far down the road. It’s only a matter of time now—bad news for Walt.

While that revelation makes its way to Hank, he’s busy interviewing Gus’ men one at a time, including Mike. Unfortunately for Hank, Mike is confident that none of the 11 men left in the aftermath of Gus’ operation will rat anyone out to the DEA, having met with a mystery woman named Lydia to reassure her that they’re safe. According to Mike, Gus went out of his way to compensate for any situation that would arise in which they would need to rat anyone out to the police. But with Gus out of the picture, what’s to say that they feel a need to abide by this anymore?

The meetings don’t end there: back in the familiar territory of Saul Goodman’s office, Jesse, Saul and Walt are brainstorming their game-plan for cooking again, including finding a non-RV location for their operation. It’s only after a considerable amount of talking that Sal recommends they quite while they’re ahead—or rather while they still have their heads. He advises them against risking their lives in what could be another meth-related bloodbath, as those tend to ensue whenever the two of them get together to make the blue.

Walt refuses to quit now though—he’s $40,000 in debt and the only reason he got into the business is so he can have something to leave for his family after the cancer takes over his lungs. Now that Skyler knows his secret, it would be pointless to leave the burden of his moonlighting adventures without any financial compensation and a lot of debt in place of that. As he says at the end of the episode while unsuccessfully comforting a distressed Skyler, “there’s no better reason than family.” But it doesn’t matter—even if they want to cook, they can’t get their hands on methylamine, which is a key ingredient in their blue meth. Or can they?

In a twist of fate, that mystery woman from earlier—Lydia—didn’t trust Mike’s confidence in the 11 men and put a bounty of $10,000 on each of their heads. Naturally, when Mike finds out about this he immediately puts a raincheck on playing games with his granddaughter—who we find out has $2 million tucked away in her bank account, thanks to Uncle Gus—to put a halt to the assassination of his men. Luckily, he catches it early on, leaving nine of the 11 men alive. He visits Lydia at her house to punish her for her misplaced trust but—after conflicted over whether or not to kill her and potentially emotionally scar her 5 year old daughter for the rest of her life—he opts to spare her life on the condition that she can get methylamine to help him, Jesse and Walt start cooking again. You hear that? That’s the sound of money, money, money and more drama on the horizon.

In other news, Walter Jr. had breakfast again. It was [breaking] good.