Which has gotta make this ride home super awkward, right? Well it is! Forced into a conversational corner, Walt emerges with an old standby: lecturing! He tells Jesse that his actions affect everyone around him. It's sometimes hard to believe Walt allows himself to hear what he's actually saying. To process it and understand it. Because how else does he not choke on such obvious hypocrisies? Anyway, he maintains that he had "the best of reasons," but Jesse remains silent. And when Walt pulls up to his car, Jesse barely waits for Walt to stop the car before he bolts out and drives off. And as he does, he passes Tomas on his bike.

Hank's hospital room. Marie gets the sexy task of spongebathing her lumpy curmudgeon. But maybe I shouldn't be so quick to crack on Hank's sex appeal. Because after another unsuccessful attempt to talk Hank into moving back home, Marie tries a different tactic. She slips her hand under Hanks's gown, between his legs. Hank is half-stammery and embarrassed, half-dismissive and mad, but Marie's mood is more curious. Hank tells her nothing's going to happen -- paralysis and all -- but Marie's not so sure. Confidence, another reason I love Marie. She makes a bet with Hank: if she can get him hard, he'll agree to come live at home, today. Hank begs off, but she baits him into it. And then she gets to work. She's got one minute. He taunts her at first, then irritatedly tells her to quit, and then ... well, there's something. Not to dwell on the intricacies of Hanks's nethers, but it seems like it moved. Marie smiles a gloaty smile. And we cut to Hank and his box of get-well gifts getting wheeled to the exit, peeved bewilderment on his face. Seriously, why aren't the DEA and Gus not involved in a fierce bidding war for Marie's services. Lady GETS IT DONE.