After the credits, we return to our favorite nervous Nellie, Lydia, who is sitting in her fancy Madrigal office (glass walls giving her a 360-degree panorama of... the parking lot) and chewing her nails while on a conference call with a whole bunch of men speaking German. They all sound agitated, but don't Germans always? Whatever they're saying, Lydia reacts to it with dismay (she also stares down at her feet to notice that she put on two different shoes today). A phone vibrates -- not hers, but the special phone she keeps in her drawer for when Mike calls to tell her that she's got "visitors" coming in 30 seconds. She stashes the phone in time for Hank and the DEA to come knocking on her door. Hank greets her as "Ms. Rodart-Quayle," so hold that one in your pocket for your ultra-competitive Breaking Bad trivia nights and asks her to lead him and the men down to the warehouse. There, she points out the foreman -- who bears a not un-freaky resemblance to Lisa Vanderpump's husband Ken on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills -- and then tries to hide behind a rack of inventory while the Feds place this guy under arrest. Cut to Lydia briskly returning to her office, closing the blinds so her increasingly curious underlings can't see, and then screaming her head off into a pillow. She then collects herself enough to return Mike's call, informing him that Ron got picked up and freaking out about the furious looks he was casting at her. Mike, cool as ever, assures her that Ron isn't talking and this isn't a big deal. Lydia disagrees. She further freaks out that Ron was her "guy," the guy who took care of the thing with the barrels and the transportation of such. Now she has no guy. Mike is silent for a few moments before he tells her he'll send her a new guy. Then hangs up on her. Temperamentally, these two are just not a match. (Or maybe... the perfect match? Let's start shipping, you guys!)
Back at the White Family Penis-Car Lot, Skyler rolls up in her sad, responsible station wagon and can't even pull into the driveway. She takes a look at the new car stickers and sighs helplessly. Cut to dinnertime, where Skyler eats in silence and observes her son and husband animatedly, excitedly bonding over horsepower and other manly things. In a callback to last season, Junior playfully calls bullshit on Walt's claim that he ever did donuts, and Walt is in his glory as he assures Junior that his old man has a few tricks up his sleeve. Skyler's silence during all this is deafening, much as we know how she would normally react to such a development were she not incapacitated by fear of her drug lord husband. Also, I'm getting very impatient for her to get that breakdown haircut already. This wig is making everyone uncomfortable.