[Glossing over is so much easier than talking about it. Jesse takes a breath.]

It goes back... Back when we were working for Gus, Mr. White had me carrying this capsule of ricin in one of my cigarettes. I was supposed to use it. On Gus. You know, first chance I got.

Except, you know, Mexico. Everything was different after that. Gus was okay with keeping Mr. White alive, just firing him, and I was working in the lab, and everything was okay with us, right? Except Mr. White, who was all crazy paranoid thinking Gus was still after him.