SKYLER I hope so. Because we have a mortgage, a baby on the way, and your medical bills are already—

He stops at a rocky outcrop. Pours a bag of mercury fulminate crystals into a plastic tub.

JESSE Uh, that’s the hard part. My guys are dry.

Walt looks away.

WALT Proprietary. Makes it identifiable.

He kneels, pulls out a detonator clipped to a nine-volt battery. Two wires lead to the tub.

SKYLER So who’s the friend? The real one.

WALT Like no one will find us remote.