[ Well, it can still- hear- Oh well. He'd almost like to see what the guys upstairs would have to say about this shit. ] Meth. [ He watches the covered camera for a moment before he rolls his head over to look directly at Charlie. ]

[ He figures, vaguely, that Charlie knows just about the product as Meyer does, so he summarizes as briefly as he can, ] Ya can make it. All synthetic, ain't like most'a your other dope. [ Spoon, he needs a spoon, and he snatches it briefly out of the same drawer as the can opener, stirs at the pot. ]

And I can cook it. [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] I can cook it real fuckin' good. [ Guardedly, he looks at Charlie again. ] Meyer wants to learn, says we ain't doin' anything 'less you're involved.