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Walt notices that security cameras have been installed in the lab, and, already in a terrible mood from the shiner Mike gave him, flips them -- and whoever's watching their feed -- the bird. I can only imagine, then, what he'd do if he knew New Victor was staking him out when he's out of the lab. Skyler comes to bother Walt about the car wash, but gets freaked out when she sees his eye and tries to get him to go to the police, an idea he hates more than the punch that caused her to suggest it. He tells her a typically lie-ridden version of what happened, but the kernel of truth inside is that he views the ass-kicking he took as a positive thing, as he wisely seems to have backed off the idea of trying to kill Gus (for now).
Hank is watching porn when Marie arrives home, and, possibly because she interrupted him getting his rocks (or is that minerals?) off, he responds to all the nice shopping she did for him with more nasty attitude. Understandably looking for some way to blow off steam, Marie goes to an open house and drinks white wine while spinning yarns about being divorced and having a son she's going to home-school and NASA and hand modeling and all sorts of amusing stuff. However, her old habit soon rears its ugly head as she steals a commemorative spoon (don't ask) right off the wall. The broker on watch tracks her down and, after a scuffle outside another house, rips her bag open and exposes more evidence of her thievery; when she calls Hank, he's hella pissed at first, but calms down enough to help the situation, regardless, when faced with the prospect of returning home, Marie COMPLETELY breaks down. Sniff.
Jesse, still apparently having issues with being alone, adorably invites Walt to go ride go-carts with him, but even though Walt turns him down, the bond between them is in one of its waxing phases. And Walt wasn't blowing Jesse off -- it's just that he has a meeting with Saul, who tries to pitch him and Skyler on a nail salon as a money-laundering option [Note: Too bad Jesse didn't take it before! He would have friends and nice feet. -- RS]. Skyler, however, suggests they figure out a way to gain an "attitude adjustment" from Bogdan, and anyone who read the look on her face when she left their meeting last week as "This is NOT over" was absolutely right. Meanwhile, Jesse doesn't let Walt's other plans get in the way of a little primal scream therapy at the go-cart track; then, when he returns home, instead of the Kids of last week he finds something more like Fight Club happening, although the first rule does at least seem to be not to break the stereo equipment. For her part, Skyler comes up with the idea of falsely convincing Bogdan that the water on his property is contaminated due to his filtration system, which would cost around two hundred grand to replace. Not only does her ruse work, but Skyler manages to get the place for eight hundred grand even, seventy-nine thousand less than she offered last week. Screw Walt -- she's going to be bringing home the real bacon soon.
Finally, Hank's cop buddy who helped out with the Marie situation asks in return for his help on a case -- Gale's murder. But even with the prospect of a huge meth connection, Hank barely agrees -- until a bout of insomnia prompts him to pick up the copy of Gale's lab notes, and at that point you can be pretty sure that it is ON. Joe R will be back to tell you all about it in the full recap.
-- Couch Baron
Want more? The full recap starts right below!Previously on Breaking Bad: Couch Baron did a fantastic job filling in for me and managed not to throw himself at Jesse Pinkman as shamelessly as I've been. Kudos! Also, Mike told Walt he'd likely never see Gus again, before punching him in the face to emphasize his point. Jesse began the process of bottoming out by turning his house into a 24/7 meth free-for-all. Skyler tried and failed to purchase the car wash from Walt's (justifiably) bitter ex-employer. And Hank's miserable excuse for an existence has really been doing a number on Marie's quality of life.
Walt shows up for work at America's Meth Kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee from Gale's super elaborate laboratory coffee-maker. I'm smiling at the thought of Gale's nerdy pride in this contraption, and I like that the show lets Walter do the same without drawing a whole lot of lines to what's behind it. If we've been watching all this time, we probably know. We watch as Walt's face reflects the mental journey from Gale's invention to Gale's ultimate end. Moment of mirth: over. But as Walt heads over to flip some switches and begins today's cooking process, he notes a heretofore unheard buzzing sound. No, this isn't going to be another overpraised fly-hunting episode. What Walt hears, he discovers, is the sound of the security camera following him around the lab. This can't possibly be a surprise to him, but it enrages him nonetheless. Not least of which because it's the latest reminder of Gus being possibly permanently out of Walt's reach. He growls and grumbles and walks right up under the camera, then shoots it a very angry, very impotent middle finger. Which kind of sums up the entirety of Walt's post-diagnosis life.
Speaking of fingers, the one we see is Skyler's as it insistently rings Walt's doorbell. She knows he's there and proves it by ringing his phone, but when Walt finally does answer the door, it's only a crack, and he tries to keep the left side of his face -- the one with the black eye, courtesy of Mike -- hidden. Skyler wants to talk about the car wash, and Walt's been avoiding her. Of course, once she gets a look at the rest of Walt's face, she wants to talk about THAT. And of course stubborn ol' Walter makes things worse for himself by digging his heels in on principle, rather than just making up a quick lie. Skyler wants Walt to tell her if he's not safe -- she suggests going to the police as an option if his life is truly in danger. Here's a good example of the show reminding us that while Skyler may know the "truth" about Walt's chosen method of making a living, she is by no means fully informed. Walt, of course, wants no part of any deal with the cops, and he high-hats the hell out of Skyler about it. Just give her an explanation for the black eye, you stubborn asshole! He eventually does -- a half-truth involving a scuffle with a "much-older" co-worker -- but not before calling her "passive aggressive," which is both true and hilariously pot-kettle-ish. The explanation calms her down enough that she starts scouring his freezer for frozen peas to put on his face, but he doesn't even have ice in there. In a moment of honest concern, unadorned with the ulterior motives these two seem to be swimming in lately, Skyler just asks him to promise to tell her if he's in any real danger. He does, which is of course a lie, but a well-intentioned one, which is what passes for virtue when it comes to Walt. Finally, they get to talking about the car wash.
But we're going to duck out of that conversation because: MARIE! How you doin', lady? She's at what appears to be an open house, and considering that's the episode title -- and also considering we're getting an odd close-up of a little ceramic figurine of a Hummel-type child riding a pig -- we should probably be paying attention to what goes on here. Which we would anyway, because: MARIE! She's being super sketchy, though. After a married couple take off, Marie asks the realtor -- looking like Wilford Brimley meets the rich Texan oil man from The Simpsons -- to top off her glass of wine. As she inquires about the house, and you're wondering whether she's considering moving, leaving Hank or getting into the real estate business, she also gives a fake name to Colonel Oatmeal (first name that popped into my head, let's just go with it) and claims to be divorced with a four-year-old child. So is she just being a tourist? Escaping her awful home life with Hank for an afternoon? She gets really into talking about home-schooling her gifted phantom child. You guys, we need to get a better life for Marie. I will take up a collection, if need be.
Back home, Hank nervously turns off the porno movie he's watching (hoping to stimulate his half-dead genitalia?) when Marie returns home. He's characteristically gruff and awful to her, lambasting her for buying him Fritos instead of Cheetos. I can barely remember how much I grew to like Hank last season, because he has squandered all of it now. Why don't you bid on some Cheetos on eBay, HANK? He even throws her super-nice impulse buy of a fantasy-football magazine back in her face. (I mean, yes, he's correct on the merits: fantasy magazines are useless, instantly-dated fodder for weak players who don't know how to use the Internet properly. Not to mention Cheetos' inherent superiority to Fritos. But still: give the woman points for effort, you terrible, crippled bastard of a person!) Marie finally stomps off, which is what Hank wanted in the first place. When she goes, we see she's left that little pig-boy figurine on the nightstand. Oh, Marie. Not this again.
After the break, Walt and Jesse are finishing up another day in the salt mines and changing back into their civilian clothes. (Giving us another opportunity to gaze upon the iconic sight of Walter White in his tighty-whities. Get ready to put those under glass, Museum of Television and Radio!) Walt tries to share his outrage about the security camera to Jesse, but Jesse's not really feeling any strong emotions these days, at least not outwardly. He says they always figured Gus had the lab bugged -- now they know he does. He then asks Walt if he'd like to "do something." You know, like go-karts or something. Walt, of course, has no idea how to respond to this, because even after everything they've been through, he and Jesse don't have a normal human relationship. But seriously: he's asking you out on a date, you fool! When Jesse Pinkman comes calling, my young punk friend, you go. On the real, though, it breaks your heart to watch Jesse -- his shoulders twitching like crazy -- basically ask Walter to help him spend a night away from his house and his friends and his meth, and for Walter to turn him down. Not because he doesn't see it. He asks Jesse if he's doing okay, because it's so very clear he's not. But he doesn't have the first clue how to help him, particularly since Walter's the one who asked Jesse to do the thing that's got him so messed up. And if he can't help, he's rather not be around it, it seems. Officially, he has "kind of a meeting" to get to. It rolls right off Jesse's shaking shoulders, who transitions back to nihilism so quickly it'd snap your neck. Walt then half-heartedly asks Jesse if there's anything they need to talk about. Jesse returns: "How's your eye? Is there anything we need to talk about?" So: good! Nobody's talking to anybody, and we'll continue down our paths to self-destruction, then! "For what it's worth," Jesse adds. "Getting the shit kicked out of you? You don't get used to it, but ... you kind of get used to it." ...Okay, now we're taking up a collection for Jesse too. (As if we weren't already.)
Saul Goodman is wearing a salmon-shirt/earthtone-patterned tie combination that he certainly thinks is a winning combination (also his blue ribbon, which you remember is for the victims of the air disaster from two seasons ago). He and the Whites are talking front businesses, again, and Saul is trying to sell them on the virtues of a nail salon. Skyler is still not interested -- not that his casual "Mistah we know nah-ting!" racism is winning her over any -- and is sticking with the car wash idea. I love this battle of wills between Skyler and Saul so much. She knows she's got him outgunned when it comes to being able to convince Walt to do shit, but he's constantly pulling back the veil on her attempts to be virtuous about her money-laundering. His attempts to play the "I'm a professional" card are somewhat undercut by Big Tiny Head the bodyguard needing to use Walt's bathroom to relieve some intestinal distress. But getting down to business: They need to find a way to get Bodgon to sell the car wash (for less than $20 million, that is), and after some monster condescension from Saul about Skyler's ham-handed failure of a negotiation last week, Skyler says they just need to do some convincing. Give Bogdon an "attitude adjustment." Saul kind of gives her an "O RLY?" look and starts throwing down examples of how the "attitude adjustment" might look in practice: They could blow Bogdon in for an audit. Skyler says they're not calling unnecessary Internal Revenue attention. Saul: We could call immigration on the illegals he's got working for him. Skyler is aghast at the idea of harming innocent workers. Saul: "Plus you'll need them to work for you." Blammo! Virtue deflated!
Saul suggests making an anonymous call saying they've seen suspicious (and be-turbaned) individuals conspiring at the car wash. Even Walt has to put the brakes on that one -- Bogdon's Romanian, he reminds Saul. So Saul then suggests the classic, "You got a real nice place here. Be a shame if something happened to it." Skyler kind of hilariously blanches at the idea that they'd threaten violence, which is about six layers of awesome, including the one that remembers how Walt once thought he could do business that way, too. In, like, episode one. Saul makes sure Skyler knows he's just taking her lead, re: "Attitude adjustment." He's right. Besides RuPaul, nobody ever means anything good when they use that phrase. "We do not do that," Skyler lectures primly. "That is not who we are." Walt sulks under the weight of what he knows he's already done but agrees with his wife. He also presents the fairly obvious (to him) option of just finding a different car wash to buy, but now it's Skyler's turn to dig in her heels. To her credit, she admits why she's fixating on Bogdon's: he was condescending to her, and he was rude about Walt. Speaking of condescending, Saul says he always appreciates a "passionate woman," but they can't take things personally. Walt, however, is like, "How was he rude about me, exactly?" Skyler tells him about Bogdon's "He's not man enough to face me, he sends his wife instead" business, and immediately, Walt's like, "Yeah, it's gotta be his car wash." I don't know if Skyler planned that little gambit, but if she did, she's got a bright future at this racket. Saul, knowing he's been defeated, resorts to passive-aggressively running down the parameters Skyler has set for him in finding a "nonviolent, unsuspicious way to purchase the car wash that protects the innocent and doesn't cost $20 million." Suggestions aren't exactly flying at this point.
Meanwhile, Marie's at an open house, admiring a wall-mounted collection of antique silver spoons (RED FLAG!). She's approached by the broad-shouldered realtor (au revoir, Colonel Oatmeal!), who gets to experience Marie's latest alias: Charlotte Blacknull, with an astronaut husband and a brother is in the Peace Corps. No children, though -- she doesn't think she's the mothering kind. After the realtor, Stephanie, goes to get some informational flyers, we cut back to a shot with the spoons in the background, and of course, one is conspicuously absent. Cut to the kitchen, as "Charlotte" pokes around, talking with pride about convincing her husband to quit his stressful, dangerous job at NASA, which raises some obvious eyebrows, psychology-wise. Stephanie is getting antsy at all of Marie's poking... and her questionable interest in actually making an offer on the place. Later, after Marie's gone, Stephanie is tidying up when she notices the telltale spoon. So this looks to be crumbling even quicker than we might have expected. Seriously, Marie, there were 50 spoons representing the 50 states. There was a pretty decent chance someone would notice if one went missing.
Go-Kart track. Jesse's driving around in a daze, while the cameras make sure everything is as shaky and blurry and disorienting as Jesse's life is at the moment. He returns home -- where we get the distinct impression that somebody in a parked car is watching him -- to find some random junkie exiting his house with his toaster oven. Jesse registers the theft but either doesn't care enough to prevent it, or decides not to risk a violent altercation over one piece of junk from his now-trashed home. Inside, the party is scarier, meth-ier, and less familiar to us (and Jesse) than when we saw it last week. Slam dancing, broken bottle, tweakers punching stone walls. Jesse clears a space on his couch in hell so he can light up a cigarette, relax, and pretend he's not there.
Another open house. This time, "Mimi" is admiring the framed photographs (RED FLAG) on the mantle of an older couple. While she bullshits the couple about how she and her illustrator husband lived in London, Stephanie the realtor enters the room, unseen by Marie but smack in the center of the frame. It's like a horror movies, and Michael Myers has just showed up. "Mimi" has moved on to telling the couple about her daughter, born with a potentially fatal heart condition. This is sad. It's like watching Munchausen syndrome only without an actual child. Obviously, the daughter talk is all Stephanie needed to prove that Marie's a total con job, and when Marie finally does turn and see her, she nearly stops dead in her tracks. She tries to wrap up her conversation as quickly and gracefully as possible, all while Stephanie stares a hole through her back. Cut to Marie leaving the house, her dainty stilettos on the pavement, escaping as fast as they can manage. But even a husky broad like Stephanie can catch up to her before she makes it to the car. It's not like Marie has a single leg to stand on, but she sure as hell makes an effort. She pulls the "my husband is DEA" card almost immediately, not that it really holds sway over a real estate agent anyway. "You know what, Fatty?" Marie begins, losing the high ground but making me laugh so it's a wash. "You are so lucky I'm late for my appointment." She gets out her keys and makes one last lunge for the car, but Fatty grabs her purse, and in the struggle over it, it dumps out the framed photo she stole from the sweet old couple. Marie looks at the shattered frame, turns her crazy eyes up to Stephanie, and declares, "You! Are in BIG trouble!"
Hank gets the phone call at home, and he's as shitty about it as you might expect. And, sure, he's got a point: the last thing he needs in this condition is for Marie to relapse into her old kleptomania. But since we all know he's the reason she's gone off the reservation, I hope you don't expect me to show much sympathy. He ultimately promises to make a phone call to someone who can get her out of this.
At the police station, Marie sits on a bench with her neck arched and eyes on the ceiling, trying to hold onto whatever dignity she can salvage in this situation. A cop friend of Hank's comes out with good news for her: the homeowners aren't going to press charges. "Good," clips Marie, arching her neck as best she can, "then I won't either." Oh, girl. The cop then says she's all set and can go home now, but when she doesn't budge, the (rather perceptive) cop asks her straight out: "Do you want to go home?" Marie's proud façade can only hold out for so long, and she ends up bawling in her own lap.
Skyler's at home, doing what she does best: halfheartedly attend to the business of caring for her infant daughter. She's washing out bottles in the sink when the soapy water going down the drain gives her an idea. So, yes, she ditches the bottle-cleaning to return to her business of trying to launder money for her meth-cooking husband. While Skyler pulls out a matchbook with Saul's number on it and gives him a call, we get a super up-close shot of the soapy water circling the drain. Sometimes this show gives with one hand and takes away with the other. The matchbook is a brilliant and funny detail; this circling-the-drain business feels all kinds of heavy-handed, though.
Cut to the car wash, where an official-looking bureaucrat type is testing samples of runoff water in the field out back, and the results aren't good. Bogdon is incredulous and wants to speak to a "Gary" -- his usual contact within the local authorities. EPA Guy kind of barrels over him, talking about the different contaminants in the water, leeching into the groundwater, and how he's going to have to shut down the car wash until he can retrofit the whole place with a better filtration system so he'll be compliant with standards. Bogdon's like, "Okay! So we'll be good from now on! No more pollution!" He's grasping at straws. Finally, he plays the "What laws am I breaking? Name them," card, which is when we find out that the Bluetooth in EPA Guy's ear is connected to... Skyler, in her station wagon across the way. She's armed with EPA statutes and city codes and everything she needs to feed this imposter what he needs to scare Bogdon into selling. Skyler's getting clever. And obviously reprehensible in her tactics, but clever! She also, as always, has decided to drag baby Holly to this latest criminal adventure. The extreme cuteness of this kid is a great counterpoint to the spiritual ugliness of the shakedown.
Hank is busy running out the clock on his sad existence -- watching bowling on ESPN, Hank? Picking the right thing to watch on TV is like the ONE thing you can do, and you can't even make THAT happen? Marie is back home and has returned to her life of trying in vain to make Hank happy. She chirps that he hasn't touched the lunch she made for him. He kind of snorts in her general direction, and she pointedly leaves the rice pudding for him to have later. "I'm not hungry," he snarls at her. "So don't eat it," she deadpans on her way out the room, making me at least a little relieved that she's letting off some steam at home. In the kitchen, Marie zones out, which gives us time to notice that everything in the kitchen is purple, including Marie's shirt. What...is that all about? The art department getting overzealous? Really blunt symbolism? I know Marie tends to favor purple in her ensembles, but if that crossed over into monochromatic obsession, I must've missed that part. Anyway, the doorbell rings, and it's Hank's cop friend who helped Marie out of trouble (we don't get a name, but he kind of reminds me of "Ya Heard, with Perd" from Parks and Recreation," so "Perd" it will be until we get more information. Marie at first tenses up, like there's something wrong, but Perd just wants to visit Hank. At this, Marie happily (gratefully?) lets him in.
Marie brings Perd into Hank's bedroom, where Hank shittily grunts, "What'd she do now, rob a bank?" This is enough to drive Marie from the room, ending a sad week for her on a sad note. Hank saves whatever "charm" he can manage for Perd, which almost makes his shittiness towards Marie worse -- though he does acknowledge, as he's thanking Perd for getting Marie out of trouble, that she's had a rough time with him in this condition. Okay, Hank, I'm placated. We also see Hank has started eating his rice pudding, which is either the ultimate in stubbornness or another small act of contrition. After small talk about the rocks (they're minerals and he catalogs them, remember), Perd gets to business: he wants Hank's help on a case. Hank: "What am I, Ironside?" But Perd's not doing this out of pity: he needs some DEA insight, but not from someone who will make this a DEA case, if you follow. The case: the murder of Gale Boetticher. GULP. Perd produces Gale's notebook -- the one we knew from the season premiere would be a whole lot of trouble. Indeed, inside they found all his notes on cooking and America's Meth Kitchen. Perd -- who we finally find out is "Tim," though now I'm kind of attached to Perd -- finally gets Hank to agree to let him leave the notebook for Hank to look at and get back to him. Perd leaves and Hank goes back to his bowling, Chekhov's notebook sitting over in the corner.
Back at the White house, Skyler waits by the phone while Walt alternately cradles baby Holly to sleep and condescends to Skyler about how it was a "good try" and that the "nail salon sounded promising" after all. Skyler, defensive and not ready to give up yet, says they should wait longer. Bogdon will call. Walt nearly pats her on the head with more "It was a good idea" business, but thankfully the phone interrupts him. Skyler nervously picks it up, but once she's on the phone with Bogdon, she's cold steel. Oh, that $879,000 offer she made last week? That'll be coming down to $800,000, pretty much entirely due to Bogdon's rudeness towards Skyler and her husband. Walt, meanwhile, is having a conniption fit behind Skyler, freaked out that she's queering the deal. But Skyler is all "Furthermore..." with some bullshit about meeting with other sellers and it being a soft market. Bogdon starts yelling at her over the phone, Walt looks at her like she's crazy, but Skyler sticks to her guns. When she hangs up the phone, she tells her incredulous husband that she's "negotiating." The way she says it sounds like she's trying to convince herself. She tells Walt that haggling over price is just another way they need to project normalcy. Throwing around Walt's drug money could arouse suspicion. Immediately, Walt's back to condescending to her. Well, Bogdon's clearly not calling back. She didn't honestly think that'd work, did she? Walt goes to call Saul, and Skyler stares a hole through the phone, her face clearly projecting the self-doubt she won't let Walter see. Of course, the phone rings soon after, and Skyler totally lets it ring four or five times LIKE A PIMP. All the points go to Skyler in this round.
Jesse's house. It's morning, so his 24-hour meth-head people are mostly passed out, save for at least Badger (it's not Badger, though I keep wishing it was, because I love Badger), who is rambling on about some nonsense or other. Oh, and Jesse is also up, and he's crumbling up dollar bills (hundreds? I wouldn't be surprised) and trying to throw them into the mouth of a slumbering houseguest. He's got this wide-eyed, single-minded determination about it, because if he can concentrate on one thing hard enough, he can force out all the other awfulness that's happening inside his brain. By the time Jesse finally sinks one in the hole ("YEAH, BITCH!"), some of the other meth-heads are waking up and noticing the crumbled-up cheddar on the floor. So Jesse decides to feed the beast even more; he rouses everyone awake, and then tosses the stack of money into the air. As the meth-heads crawl around for it like actual rats swarming around the nub of a discarded hot dog on the subway tracks, Jesse zones out against a wall and surveys his kingdom of scabby-faced subjects. You guys, remember the in-your-face triumph when Jesse bought this house out from under his parents? Looking at what it's become now is just so sad.
Meanwhile, outside, that person who I suspected was watching Jesse's house from a parked car is indeed watching Jesse's house from a parked car. Gus's new Victor, it seems. I'd suggest investing in turtlenecks, guy. Or chainmail.
Back at the White house, Walter is popping a bottle of champagne so he and Skyler can toast her car wash triumph. He toasts to "clean cars and clean money," which is a little on the nose, but I'll take it. Walt even comes close to self-awareness with his surely-ironic "See? I told you we'd get it." He tells her he's seriously impressed by the work she did, though he does try to give Saul some credit, for finding the fake EPA guy. Skyler manages to be magnanimous in victory, and the two share a laugh over the idea of throwing poor Saul a crap of credit for the endeavor. The joy, as always, is short-lived, as Skyler compliments the bubbly, and Walt's like, "It had better be, at $320 a bottle." This sets off Skyler's self-preservation alarm, as she tells Walt he can't be doing that thing, as they're supposed to be currently broke. He's "waiting on an unemployment check," and they can't afford to be making suspicious moves like this for no reason. Walt's position -- that nobody would ever notice a one-time cash purchase of one bottle of champagne -- isn't unreasonable, but it's certainly the more reckless of the two. Or, if we're talking Walt's more reliable traits, it's the more arrogant of the two. He's gets defensive, of course, saying that he's not going to APOLOGIZE for wanting to celebrate with his wife. "I'm not asking you to apologize," she says. "I'm asking you to be smart." She brings up Watergate, which is kind of hilarious (Walt: "I'm Nixon now," like that's somehow beyond the pale for a meth-dealing murderer). But her point is pretty solid: "The devil is in the details." One little mistake could ruin them. I half-expect Walter to pour the champagne down the drain, in a Barbara-Hershey-in-Black-Swan style fit, but he calms down. And Skyler, in a pretty cool olive branch of a gesture, hands him his glass, toasts him, and invites him to help her "destroy the evidence."
Back at Hank's, it's the middle of the night and he's watching City Council hearings on public access TV. This seriously offends me more than anything else he's done this season. WATCH BETTER TV, HANK. He's also grazing from his bag of Cheetos that Marie obviously did go back to the store and get him, which makes me love her more (and also hate him more). Eventually, city politics and mineral cataloging become too boring even for him, and he gets to the business we all knew he'd get to eventually: he picks up Gale's lab notebook. Back into the hornet's nest.
Joe R feels like he probably should have noticed the thing with Marie and all the purple before this week. Please don't think less of him. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at joseph.reid21@gmail.com.