Jesse's house. It's morning, so his 24-hour meth-head people are mostly passed out, save for at least Badger (it's not Badger, though I keep wishing it was, because I love Badger), who is rambling on about some nonsense or other. Oh, and Jesse is also up, and he's crumbling up dollar bills (hundreds? I wouldn't be surprised) and trying to throw them into the mouth of a slumbering houseguest. He's got this wide-eyed, single-minded determination about it, because if he can concentrate on one thing hard enough, he can force out all the other awfulness that's happening inside his brain. By the time Jesse finally sinks one in the hole ("YEAH, BITCH!"), some of the other meth-heads are waking up and noticing the crumbled-up cheddar on the floor. So Jesse decides to feed the beast even more; he rouses everyone awake, and then tosses the stack of money into the air. As the meth-heads crawl around for it like actual rats swarming around the nub of a discarded hot dog on the subway tracks, Jesse zones out against a wall and surveys his kingdom of scabby-faced subjects. You guys, remember the in-your-face triumph when Jesse bought this house out from under his parents? Looking at what it's become now is just so sad.

Meanwhile, outside, that person who I suspected was watching Jesse's house from a parked car is indeed watching Jesse's house from a parked car. Gus's new Victor, it seems. I'd suggest investing in turtlenecks, guy. Or chainmail.

Back at the White house, Walter is popping a bottle of champagne so he and Skyler can toast her car wash triumph. He toasts to "clean cars and clean money," which is a little on the nose, but I'll take it. Walt even comes close to self-awareness with his surely-ironic "See? I told you we'd get it." He tells her he's seriously impressed by the work she did, though he does try to give Saul some credit, for finding the fake EPA guy. Skyler manages to be magnanimous in victory, and the two share a laugh over the idea of throwing poor Saul a crap of credit for the endeavor. The joy, as always, is short-lived, as Skyler compliments the bubbly, and Walt's like, "It had better be, at $320 a bottle." This sets off Skyler's self-preservation alarm, as she tells Walt he can't be doing that thing, as they're supposed to be currently broke. He's "waiting on an unemployment check," and they can't afford to be making suspicious moves like this for no reason. Walt's position -- that nobody would ever notice a one-time cash purchase of one bottle of champagne -- isn't unreasonable, but it's certainly the more reckless of the two. Or, if we're talking Walt's more reliable traits, it's the more arrogant of the two. He's gets defensive, of course, saying that he's not going to APOLOGIZE for wanting to celebrate with his wife. "I'm not asking you to apologize," she says. "I'm asking you to be smart." She brings up Watergate, which is kind of hilarious (Walt: "I'm Nixon now," like that's somehow beyond the pale for a meth-dealing murderer). But her point is pretty solid: "The devil is in the details." One little mistake could ruin them. I half-expect Walter to pour the champagne down the drain, in a Barbara-Hershey-in-Black-Swan style fit, but he calms down. And Skyler, in a pretty cool olive branch of a gesture, hands him his glass, toasts him, and invites him to help her "destroy the evidence."