By Joe R | Season 5 | Episode 13
Boy, was this episode ever streamlined. I’ll probably be able to sum up the plot in one paragraph. Or probably not. There is a certain standard I’m expected to uphold here, of course. Much like the standard of crystal meth that Todd manages to approach (76 percent pure!) but not quite attain (it’s not blue). Lucky for Todd, Walt needs a favor (kill Jesse), and Todd has a price (come back for another cook). So Todd’s Uncle Nazi and his guys are commissioned to take Jesse out, nice and humane-like. Of course, Walt’s plan to draw Jesse out of hiding by approaching Andrea and having her call Jesse (i.e. the “I got your lady, kid” gambit) gets sniffed out by Hank immediately.
Meanwhile, Jesse's plan to hit Walt where he really lives means going after his money. To do this, Hank and Gomez fake Jesse's death in order to convince Huell that Walt's tying up loose ends. Huell gives up the intel about the rental van that Walt returned all dirty and full of shovels. Bad news: no GPS on those vans (thanks a LOT, ACLU). Good news: Hank and Jesse fake a photo of a barrel of money dug up from the dirt, which gets Walt to speed the fuck out to the desert in order to keep Jesse from burning it. When he gets there, he realizes he's been fooled and that he led Hank, Jesse and Gomez right to the money.Hank finally has his man, arrests Walt and calls Marie to let her know he got Walt and that he loves her. Justice served! Yeah, except Walt had earlier commissioned Todd and his uncle to take out Jesse, and when he found himself cornered in the desert, he called them with the coordinates. And despite the fact that once Walt saw Hank was with Jesse, he told Uncle Nazi to forget about it, Uncle Nazi always follows through on a job. So the Nazi gang shows up before Hank and Gomez can even call any authorities, and we have a standoff. Handcuffed in Hank's car, Walt screams to Uncle Nazi that the job is off. Imagine our great surprise, then, that Uncle Nazi and the Nazettes open fire, and the episode ends with a gunfight that I can't imagine too many people will be walking away from.