Gus -- still silent -- walks out from behind Walt, towards Victor. Walt makes his ever-more-frantic closing argument: "You're too smart for this. Let us go back to work." Gus suddenly breaks his placid façade, grabs Victor by the head, and violently rips the box-cutter blade across his throat. Walter and Jesse jump back in horror, of course, but it's Mike whose reaction I'm really watching. Mike, who is so rocked by this turn events that he reflexively draws his gun. The look on his face -- abject horror and disbelief that even Gus would go this far -- suggests a game-changer, if not here, then down the road. I have zero idea where this season is going, but I would put money on Mike having some kind of decision to make. Gus savagely holds onto Victor's head, ensuring the blood gushes freely from his neck out onto Walt and Jesse. An intimidation tactic, yes, but I'm struck by the idea that Gus wants this to go as quickly as possible for Victor. That poor guy. He'd just gotten good at something too. He bleeds out, as around him, a triangle of faces cycle through some emotions. Gus's placid expression is back to fury. Walt's horrified. Jesse's damaged catatonia has now become an intense hatred. He's back in the game. And all the awfulness that that implies.

Gus throws Victor's body down at Walter's feet, then stalks back to the clothes rack and begins the meticulous process of washing up and changing back into his fancy suit. Walt, speckled with fat drops of blood, looks like he might have a heart attack. Mike's brain is cycling through so many thoughts he can't even remember to look annoyed. Gus, now dressed, stalks back across the room, up the stairs, almost to the door. He turns back and looks down upon his still-employed cooks. "Well," he finally speaks. "Get back to work." Today's motivational seminar is officially over.