Night. After a close-up on an American-flag mailbox, we pan over to see Walt's car coming down the street, headlights off. He looks at Gus's house, which despite its bright exterior seems to be returning his look with menace. As dark, ominous music plays, Walt checks the gun in his waistband and then closes his eyes, steeling himself for something I'm still not entirely convinced he's ready to do. But he makes a good show of it, as he deliberately places his signature black hat on his head and grits his teeth into an ugly scowl. He exits the car and starts walking deliberately, measuring out the paces... and on his thirty-seventh step (yes, I counted), as he's almost to Gus's property line, his phone rings. Sensing that this probably isn't a coincidence, he opens his phone... and without waiting for a response, a voice on the other end of the line intones, "Go home, Walter." As I said in the recaplet, CREEPY, and what's more, I think I may have been mistaken when I said the voice belonged to Mike. It really doesn't sound like him, although it doesn't really sound like Gus either, who seems like the only other logical candidate. Anyway, let's put a pin in that for now; the point is, Walt is FREAKED as he impotently looks around, and after an overhead shot of him casting a long and lone shadow, we go to commercial.

Marie is emptying her husband's bedpan, the contents of which are probably the most pleasant thing she's received from him all day, when the doorbell rings. Cut to her opening up and looking rather unpsyched to find a courier with a stack of boxes on a dolly; he asks her if the shipment is a ton of bricks, and she quite understandably allows herself to give in to some passive aggression of her own as she replies with irritation: "Rocks." Heh. Later, she's arranging the shipment (seriously, we're talking at least twenty-five boxes) when Hank calls down to ask if she checked them for damage. If I were in Marie's shoes, I would probably not so much "check for" as "inflict" damage, and not just on the boxes, but Marie's a better person than I am. Seriously, I understand that Hank is going through some serious and well-written shit, but it's maddening to watch, so suffice it to say another mention of "rocks" leads to a diatribe about delivery people and their "ass-raping" ways, and get out of here.