The next morning, Hank wakes Walt up with a phone call. He's been thinking of Gus all day and how they can nail him. Has been thinking of this chicken empire of Gus's -- who supplies him? He went and Googled the distribution center for Pollos Amores -- oh man, he's found the chicken farm! He figures that place offers lots of opportunities for nefariousness; they should go check it out. Walt, who thought he was largely clear of Hank's investigation, is freaked anew. He fakes gastrointestinal distress in order to beg off driving Hank. Of course, Walt isn't Hank's only friend; he'll just get someone else to take him. Walt, the complete moron, wasn't expecting that. He successfully scrambles to let Hank give him a day or two so he can go with him. After he hangs up with Hank, Walt calls Mike. Hilariously, the first thing he says is "Don't be angry." Like when you call your parents who went out of town and you threw a huge party and you need to prepare them for the fact that they're going to need to buy new carpeting for the dining room. He explains that his brother-in-law is probably, most likely maybe going to come to look at the chicken farm at some point soon. So, you know, be warned. Mike, because he is awesome, hangs up without responding.

Cut to Jesse helping some nameless thugs clean all the incriminating evidence out of the warehouse, while Mike supervises/glowers. As he removes a meth package from a vat of chicken goo, Jesse asks Mike where this is all going. "Elsewhere" says Mike. Hey, he may be the kid's mentor, but a man can still have his secrets.

Skyler is at the Car Wash, ringing up imaginary sales; she's having a bit of fun pantomiming upselling these make-believe customers, but you can tell the lawlessness of it is weighing on her a bit. Enter Ted Beneke. Well, great. It's awkward, of course, as he tells her she looks great. She's still happy for a compliment, though; the woman's not dead. But Ted, of course, has brought trouble along with him. Cut to her office, where she's reading his summons for an IRS audit (to be held TOMORROW). She notes that it's not just the IRS, but the CID -- their criminal division. He's facing a felony charge for back taxes and fraud, to the tune of up to five years in prison plus crazy fines. Ted sheepishly admits it's bad. He thought Skyler could help, what with her "knowledge of how the books got the way they are." If he were any less hapless, I'd call Ted out for making passive-aggressive threats just then. Skyler focuses on the fact that what he's asking is not possible. Uncook the books? With "accounting tricks"? What a moron. Skyler realizes that her name and signatures are all over those books. Ted assures her he's the accountable one, but she's finally like, "Listen, moron, while the U.S. government is busy deciding which flagpole to run you up, they're going to have free reign to investigate all your co-conspirators to their hearts' desire, and if you haven't noticed lately, the government reeeeeally likes getting up in everybody's business these days." Obviously, we know why this is even worse news for Skyler than it sounds, but Ted, as ever, is completely out of the loop. "I can't have this in my life," she tells him. "I cannot be audited." Ted: "Oh, you'll be fine. It's the captain they want, not some cashier at a car wash." SHUT UP, TED. Poor Skyler. Insulted by an idiot. He promises that he'll find a way out of this. Oh, I'm just certain.