In her bedroom, Lydia begs Mike not to hurt her daughter, and Mike says not unless she screams. He's waiting for Dolores to leave before he offs Lydia, and in the meantime, she begs him not to shoot her in the face. She doesn't want Kiera seeing her like that. "Nobody's going to find you," Mike tells her. Lydia freaks out all the more at that. She can't just disappear. Her daughter can't think I abandoned her. She keeps getting louder, Mike keeps telling her to keep her voice down, the whole escalation is tense as fuck. Dolores finally leaves leaves. It's time. "Promise me I won't disappear!" she shouts, then closes her eyes and puts her head down. But Mike either can't or won't do it. It's the daughter thing. He sees Kaylee in Kiera's place. He finally asps Lydia, "Can you still get your hands on Methylamine?" She says maybe. Why?
Cut to Mike leaving and calling up Walt from his car. He says he's reconsidered; he's in. "Good," says Walt, before going back to washing dishes with his smug, evil smile.
Meanwhile, Skyler is back in bed, not asleep but not awake in any useful way. She's lying on her side facing away from Walt as he joins her in bed. "It gets easier, I promise you that," he tells her. "What you're feeling, about Ted, everything? It'll pass." He rests his head on her, kisses her, rubs her arm. She doesn't move; she doesn't resist. She just stares ahead, terrified. Oh dear. "When we do what we do for good reasons," he says, "we've got nothing to worry about. And there's no better reason than family." Kiss. Kiss. AAACCCKKK.
Next week: MARIE!
Joe R reminds you that last year's rule remains in effect: if something bad happens to Marie, this whole place burns down. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at firstname.lastname@example.org.