Back at Jesse's apartment, Mike spoke "Well, if no one is gonna offer an opinion, I will. We do it the old-fashioned way, we hit skid row, The Crystal Palace, all the half-way houses, scrounge up about a dozen skells, and put them to work smurfing cold pills."

"You mean switching back to a pseudo cook" Mr. White said.

"You are the chemist." Mike told Mr. White. "Admittedly it's gonna cut down on our output"

"Like a factor of four of five. It also means that we will eat $80,000 dollars we just invested in our new lab equipment, which is only good for a P2P cook. You know, I don't have to do the math to know that we'd be making a fraction of the profit"

"And making less money is better than making nothing"

"Oh yeah, Mike? Well why don't you tell us why? Why is making nothing not an option?"

"Walter…" Mike warned.

"Let me tell you why" Mr. White said, not caring. "It's because of your nine guys in lockup, right?"

"You broke it, you pay for it! And we've talked about this plenty already"

"Well, maybe we better talk about it a little more because what it sounds like you're telling me, Mike, is that from now on, we have no choice but to do this piddling pseudo cook so that we can pay back your guys. Or else what? Or else they're gonna rat on us, and we end up in prison."

"Yeah, and it sounds like what you're telling me, Walter, is that you wanna do this heist even if it means killing a couple of innocent men. That what you want?"

Jesse kept looking at them back and forth, while playing with his beer, like they were an old married couple. "What if we could rip off that train, and no one ever knows it got robbed?" he suddenly said. The two men turned to look at him as if they had suddenly remembered he was there.

"I think it is time that I go Cas" Jesse said as he drove around town.

Castiel looked at him. "Are you leaving town? I'll go with you"

Jesse chuckled. "I know you would, but no. I didn't mean that. I meant that I have to leave this life behind. Nothing good has come out of it. At least not for me. You were right. I should've never agreed to cook with Mr. White in the first place" He said as he parked outside the HQ where Mike was waiting.

"What's going on?" Castiel asked.

Jesse gave him a small smile. "I'm getting out." He got off the car and entered the office.

Mr. White showed up sometime later. Mike explained to him that it was too dangerous for him to continue their partnership, as the DEA had been all over him. Mr. White totally flipped out and told him this couldn't go on.

"Yeah, I know. And I've already decided. I'm out."

"Okay, well… Sorry to see you go Mike. But I really don't see any other way" Mr. White said as if he'd made the decision.

"Neither do I" Mike responded.

Mr. White turned to Jesse. "Obviously, Jesse, you'll have to take over the distribution end of things" He looked over at Mike. "Mike, I trust that you'll bring Jesse up to speed on your side of the business?"

"Yeah. Um, about that." Jesse spoke softly. "Actually, Mr. White, um… I'm out too"

"You're what?"

Jesse looked at the ground. "I don't think I can do this anymore. So um… I'm retiring, I guess."

Mr. White couldn't believe it. "That methylamine that we stole," he motioned to the other room. "That we nearly killed ourselves trying to steal, that methylamine, when cooked, is worth nearly $300 million dollars. You're telling me that you're willing to walk away from that?"

"We're walking away from the meth" Mike intervened. "Not the methylamine. Jesse and I will be taking our two-thirds and we're selling it. I've got a connection, a guy I knew from my time with Fring. This guy has the capital and he's motivated. Highly."

"Mike's thinking we'll clear, like, 5 million. Each"

"I'll pay off my guys in lock-up out of my share. And those legacy costs that you're so fond of, you won't have to worry about anymore. And then I will be going on my way. Jesse too"

"It's a solid plan" Jesse told Mr. White. "You can come in on this with us. That'd be cool. 'Course, you know, you are free to hold onto your third and keep cooking"

"You'll be selling to my competitors" Mr. White said.

"This guy and his crew are way out in Phoenix. It's a big country, Walter. Whole lot of meth-heads" Mike said.

Walter walked over to Jesse. "Pennies on the dollar, Jesse. And that's what you're gonna sell out for? Pennies?" he spat the word as if it was poison. "Why?"

"Five million isn't pennies." Jesse said, looking straight at Mr. White. "It's more money that I've ever seen. And when it comes down to it, are we in the meth business? Or the money business?"