TUCCO (exhaling) Ay, dios mío. That’s… that’s the purest I ever had.

He holds it up.

SKYLER You smell like fryer grease. And fear.

Walt inspects the space. Rusty burners. Stolen lab glass. He nods.

Tuco opens a bag of the new batch. Sniffs it. Tastes a crumb.

He takes a deep breath.

BOGDAN The tape is wrong. You pay. From your pocket.

WALT I was working.