In this flashback scene, Gale is giddy. Receiving top-of-the-line equipment for making hard drugs is like his own personal Christmas morning. His solemn employer and well-connected drug distributor Gus Fring appears from the top floor and asks when everything will be up and running. Gale estimates it’ll take a month. Gus’ enigmatic right-hand man Victor corrects him: two weeks. Gale nervously changes his answer to two weeks. By the way, he thoroughly reviewed a sample of “blue stuff” that Gus gave him. Gale smartly suspects that the sample is that of their competition. The blue product is 99 percent pure, while Gale’s is a hard-earned 96. Gus is just fine with that. “After all, how pure can pure be?” he says. But Gale presses on. He is eager to know who synthesized it. Gus describes the maker as a trained chemist wanting a job. It’ll never happen, because Gus does not consider the unnamed man – our anti-hero Walter White, of course -- to be a professional. “If he’s not, I don’t know what that makes me,” says Gale. “Not trying to talk myself out of a job.”