Mitchell Loeb leads a team of four men into the Philadelphia Mutual Savings Bank after killing the guard. They hang netting on the outside wall of the bank vault and activate a device hooked up to it. They then fire a grappling gun line through
the wall, anchoring it inside the wall. One at a time, Loeb and two of the men pull themselves along the line and through the once-solid wall. As the device begins to exhaust its power, the three men blow open one drawer and remove the box within. One of the men attaches it to the line and pulls it out through the wall. The other man, Raul Lugo, discovers that the grappling cord is stuck. Under orders not to leave any trace behind, Raul tries to pull it free. With seconds remaining, Loeb goes outside. Raul frees the cord and goes through the wall... just as it resolidifies. Trapped halfway inside of the wall, Raul begs for help but Mitchell ruthlessly kills him with a bullet to the head...Read the full recap
(asking Olivia if she has friends)
Peter: What do you mean you don’t have one? Everyone has one. Even I have one.
Walter: What’s that, a spleen?
Peter: Yeah, a spleen.
Walter: Unless one suffers from asplenia, a rare genetic condition in which one is born spleenless.
Peter: Thank you, Walter.
Wallter: I was in Baltimore. I remember a woman with particularly large breasts.
H.I. Worker: Can I help you guys find something?
Walter: Oh, yes. We’re looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system.
H.I. Worker: What are you cutting, wood?
Walter: Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It’s more sinuous than you may expect.
Peter: It’s really not that dire.
Walter: Oh, actually, potentially it’s far worse.
H.I. Worker: Um, I think that the saw you’re looking for is around the corner, next to the routers.
Walter: Thank you.
Peter: No need to call the police.
Walter: What we perceive as solid matter is mostly empty space. Just as we may perceive that a life is full that is actually a series of empty encounters.
Peter: He’s been like that all day. It’s been awesome.
Walter: No, Peter’s right. Your pupils are dilated. It’s a symptom of high stress. Unless you’re using hallucinogens. Are you tripping, Agent Dunham?
Peter: Walter, wake up, this is important
Walter: Oh. Oh! Do you two want to use the room?
Charlie: Does any of this trigger anything in your mind?
Walter: Yes, but not about banks. Think back 20 years. Imagine yourself then imagining yourself now, 20 years into the future. In your wildest imagination, could you ever think you’d be here?
Charlie: Is he stoned?
Walter: When she’s finished chewing her cud, remember to brush her teeth.
Astrid: I am not brushing a cow’s teeth, Walter. You know I have real work to do, right?
Peter: You violated the laws of nature, Mr Eastwick, and Mother Nature is a bitch.