The screen shows a girl - a young woman, really - and a boy, zoomed in close so you can only see their heads, a few feet away from each other. Jessie goes still. She seems so surprised she's confused.
"You… you…"
"Jessie."
She shakes her head. "You wouldn't do this." She looks at him beseechingly. "You…"
The camera zooms out to show the two people's torsos, bound to chairs. Mike notices what he hadn't in the first two seconds: they look terrified. A gun enters the frame from the bottom right.
Jessie bursts into a wordless scream, bucking wildly against the men holding her. "DON'T YOU- DON'T YOU FUCKING- YOU- FUCK-" The guards have to leverage their weight to keep her on her knees. Walt, though, stays unperturbed, crouched before her.
"I need you," he enunciates carefully, but not cruelly, "to cook for me."
Jessie stares at him, aghast. She looks utterly ruined. She's stopped fighting, her limbs and jaw hanging slack. "You wouldn't do this." But she sounds like she's begging, begging Walt to tell her this is somehow all not happening. Mike is riveted. The two never break eye contact, as if Jessie were dangling from a cliff with only Walt keeping her from falling. "Don't do this – to – me-" her voice breaks up and Mike can tell she's having trouble dragging breath into her lungs.
"We have a lab downstairs."
Jessie gives a sharp, quiet little cry and turns away from him.
"It will be perfectly safe."
She's crying for real now, still breathing unevenly. She drags her gaze to the screen, where the two people are still struggling silently against the sheets strapping them to what look like dining room chairs. Just like Walt, Mike thinks grimly, to set up a tableau like a mafia movie.
"That would be worse," Jessie chokes out. "Worse than Gus. You would- you wouldn't do this to me. Not to me." She looks back up at him. "Please… just let me go." She says it softly, brokenly, hopefully, like she's asking Walt for the most precious thing in the world. "Just let me go, Mr. White." Her voice breaks and is so quiet Mike can barely hear. She's still staring at him, dangling from that cliff.
Walt stands. "You can start tomorrow."
Jessie bursts into tears as the faceless men drag her to her feet. She's sobbing, her gaze still fixated on the screen as she's dragged out.
Walt turns to Mike. "Let them go."