Back in the dining room, Walt leaves a $100 tip under the plate of his uneaten breakfast and heads outside, as Chatty Lucy the waitress tells "Mr. Lambert" to have a good day. In the parking lot, Walt (still coughing some) takes a bag out of the trunk of a New Hampshire Volvo (license plate motto: "Live Free or Die") and heads down to the car waiting for him. A car with a nasty-looking semi-automatic rifle (an M62, in case you're into that sort of thing) in the trunk. So. Shit's gotten REAL.

After the credits, we're back to the end of last season, and we get to again experience that phone call where Walt confirms to Skyler that he went all The One Who Knocks on the old folks home. Or in his words, "I won."

Walt then returns to his darkened home and performs a hard clean on the kitchen that even The Hairpin would admire. This becomes necessary when your home is littered with the evidence of bomb-making. Walt bags everything incriminating and takes the bag out to his trunk. Then he prepares a drink but remembers one last thing: into the trash bag goes that lily of the valley, so I guess we can rule out Jesse spotting it while having a hang in Walt's backyard.

Skyler and the kids return and Walter Jr. (I guess I'm giving up the ghost on "Flynn" since everybody else has) is talking a mile a minute about the events on the news and how Uncle Hank is going to be a hero now. Has there ever been a more purely likeable total annoyance than Walter Jr.? I'm gonna say no. Skyler, meanwhile -- and get ready for a haircut on her in the next episode or so, because it is Wig City for Anna Gunn right now -- brushes past the boys with barely a word for Walt. After nodding his way through Junior's enthusiastics for a bit more, Walt joins Skyler and baby Holly in the bedroom. He gingerly asks her what's with the cold shoulder, like he doesn't already know. Isn't she happy he's alive? That they all are? "I am relieved, Walt," she says, still kind of crying. "And scared." Walt foolishly asks what she's scared of, again like he doesn't know. "You," she says. Obviously. She walks out, not too scared to leave Walt with the baby, and he coos to her while looking at his demon face in the mirror and raising a glass to his own perverted accomplishment.