Somehow less than 100% assured, Skyler instead drives out to Walter's bachelor pad, baby Holly in tow. When she finds the door locked, she 411s up a locksmith, who of course can't just let her into a locked apartment without any proof that she lives there. It's not his call -- it's the law. But Skyler White is making strides down the road to criminal behavior, so we see she's cooked up a whole story about how she got her purse stolen from her, with all her identification inside, and she really needs to get inside -- not for herself, see, but for the BABY! See how she's holding a BABY! How could she be up to anything nefarious with this BABY in her arms? She plays the "hysterical woman" card, freaking out about how she might've been stabbed by this purse snatcher. The locksmith is this perfectly lovely old man, who offers to take her down to the shop where she can call the police and file a report. But Skyler's not looking for kindness, she's looking for her way. And finally, she plays her trump card, as she feigns some kind of panic/asthma attack. Her medicine is locked inside the house, see? She lists and swoons and urgently asks the locksmith to take Holly before she falls down. Handing over her infant daughter as part of a con to get inside her husband's condo so she can snoop around. This is new, lawless ground she's breaking right here. [Note: Besides the whole not-reporting-Ted's-book-cooking thing, of course. -- RS.] Obviously, this one works, as we cut to the deadbolt turning. She even manages to get him to agree to billing her by mail. Quick study, this one.

Once the poor, kindly locksmith leaves, Skyler gets to work snooping. What she's looking for, I don't know. Clues to where Walt is now, or is she using this as an excuse to pry even further into the part of her husband's life that he kept from her? The apartment is almost comically bare, and it's kind of fun (if morbidly so) to contrast Walt's Spartan existence with Gale's life stocked to the brim with tchotchkes. She checks the underwear drawer (tighty whiteys, obvs) and then the kitchen, where she finds the plastic eyeball that Walt's been using as a conscience for over a whole season now. Nothing of any substance, though, and certainly nothing that points to just where Walt is right now.