A freight train is key to this episode and we hear the long, low whistle of the train in the cold open, long before we see it. American folk music is littered with lyrics about lonesome train whistles. In the songs, trains move through empty country, taking people from one place to another, where (hopefully) they'll find contentment, be reunited with loved ones, forget about that girl back home, or whatever. Train whistles are promises that we can always be somewhere else. Walt can relate to wanting to be somewhere (and someone) else, but what's a kid on a dirt bike have to do with any of this? The kid's just out in the scrubland, tearing up trackless territory on the aforementioned dirt bike, stopping to gently pick up a tarantula and stuff it into a jar. Remember that desert spider - they look dangerous, but actually tarantulas are quite timid. Sort of like kids on dirt bikes.
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So the crew goes into action. Crazy stuff here - in addition to the Duke City Three, others are brought in from Vamanos Pest. How big a circle of secret-keepers is Mike willing to risk? A single weak link can bring them all down. The problem is, no matter how well you plan, your strategy can't cover all the variables in a plan with this many variables. A Good Samaritan shows up to push the diversionary truck off the tracks. Walt won't stop until his thousand gallons are siphoned off. And a kid on a dirt bike happens along this madness in the desert. "The ones where the guys get away with it and the ones where there are witnesses."
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But no one else's children are safe from Walt.