After the break, Gus sits at his desk, in silence. He's not answering the ringing phone. When he finally does, he says, in Spanish, "Tell them the answer is yes." You're just going to encourage future sniping if you cave like this, Gus.

America's Meth Kitchen. Walt receives a special delivery from Mike and Jesse -- the dead sniper victim. Walt resents that he's now become the official company corpse disposer. What did this poor soul do to piss off Gus, he wonders. "Or did he just need to send another message?" Oh Walt. So embarrassingly out of the loop. Mike harshly tells Walt to shut up and grab a barrel. "And if you ever call the cops on one of my men again, you better get two barrels." Walt looks at Jesse -- he's both accusing and wounded. For his part, Jesse doesn't know whose side to take. To be honest, he still looks freaked from the shootout.

Outside, Mike loads the barrel full of corpse onto a truck. Jesse thanks him for what he did. Mike: "Next time, don't stand there like an idiot." Jesse then asks what was with Gus and that Terminator shit? Mike explains that the cartel needs Gus and his distrib network; they'd never kill him. Jesse's like, okay, but the rest of us are open season in the meantime? Is Gus doing anything about that, or are we just to be target practice? Mike does not have these answers, and he tells Jesse to ask Gus himself.

Meanwhile, Ted is getting audited. He has no explanations for the unreported income, and all he can do it stall for time, poring over receipts that have no answers for him. Just then, Skyler shows up, looking completely Brockoviched out. She makes apologizes for being late while really leaning on this new bimbo persona she's created for herself. "This building is so confusing! There are doors everywhere!" With boobs accented by gold necklace (and a hot pink bra peeking out), she means to hypnotize this poor auditor. Ted can barely wrap his head around what she's doing. Playing dumb, Skyler tries to explain the "missing" revenue. She takes a look, sidling up to the auditor, boobs under his nose. She explains one particular client, whose electronic payment she didn't enter, because he didn't pay with a physical check, and she's a "paper person." The auditor cites a section of tax law, and she's like, "I'm sorry, say that slower?" He says she's not allowed to do what she did with that payment, and she's like, "Well I thought I could. And you know what they say about opinions -- everybody's got one!" Oh, the laughs. The giggles. Auditor's like, "Income is income, lady; you gotta declare it." Skyler says that, well, the Quicken never flashed red, so she thought it was fine. Auditor is flabbergasted that a business this size uses Quicken for its books. Skyler really sells the idea that Ted hired her for her cleavage and not for her -- as she claims -- nonexistent finance training. She underlines the point by rubbing Ted's leg. "...Right." So the auditor thinks he has a handle on what's going on (he doesn't). He asks if she's managing accounts at any other businesses. "No," Skyler says. "I'm just a cashier at a car wash." If Ted were even a bit perceptive, he'd take that as the dig at him it was intended to be, but alas. So Skyler's not corrupt, she's just an idiot. At least according to the United States government. Anyone seeing a pattern? To her son, she's a bitch monster. To the IRS, she's a ditz. The only people who know the full extent of Skyler White's abilities and virtues are the people who watch this show, and half of us are too busy hating on her for ruining Walt's fun. Walt's fun of being a meth dealer. Think about that.