Cut to the getaway car, where Jesse is so exuberant he's hopping around in his seat. Mike tells him to slow his roll -- how is this worth celebrating when they left the truck and magnet behind? Walt blithely says he made sure there is absolutely no trail to the truck, the magnet, anything. It's all untraceable scrap. Mike scoffs that Walt thinks he's got all the answers, but in this case ... he kinds does. Walt assures Mike that his cartoon-villain plan to foil the police with giant magnets worked. Mike's like, "How do we know?" Walt: "Because I say so." Walt sits in the back, supremely confident in his own master criminality.
After a nice time-lapse shot of industrial Albuquerque, we cut back to the police getting about the sure-to-be tedious task of inspecting each piece of evidence for damage and then re-bagging it. Read a number; clock the damage; photograph it. Over and over. They get to the evidence from the Gustavo Fring case. The telltale laptop is cracked, the glass display screen is shattered, and I don't have a ton of hope for the data on the hard drive. Next item: a framed photograph and his dearly departed Pollo Hermano. You guys, it still makes me sad. Now they're both dead. And hopefully in Gay Meth Entrepreneurs Heaven (they should have a LOT of space to stretch out). The glass on the frame is broken and the photo has slid slightly out of frame. The inspecting officer finds something behind the photo not originally on the manifest: a piece of paper with what look to be foreign bank account numbers on them. New wrinkle!
The offices of "Better Call Saul!" Walt is meeting with his trusty attorney in order to figure out what to do about this whole "Skyler gave my money to Ted Beneke to keep the IRS away" scenario, and Saul is trying very hard (not that hard) to keep from saying he told Walt so. He throws some shade Skyler's way, saying he told her, "Let's involve Walt in this discussion," but she wouldn't go for it -- though he does add that Skyler was really trying to protect Walt. All this time, Walt sits in silent, intense judgment of Saul and his current situation. When he finally does speak -- slowly, deliberately, darkly -- he takes issue with the "Let's involve Walt in this discussion" part. That was all the fight he put up? He didn't think to call Walt about it anyway? Saul reminds Walt that he was "a tad preoccupied at the time," which, as I recall, was when Walt was busy getting into fistfights with Jesse, then returning home to drunkenly bare his soul to Junior. "So," Walt continues, just as darkly, just as evenly, "you took it upon yourself to give away $622,000 of my money to a man who had been sleeping with my wife." Saul tries to explain that both Walt and Skyler are his clients, as he does his best to serve them, despite the fact that there are obstacles, here and there, "ethically." Walt nearly snorts at that last word. "You're not Clarence Darrow, Saul," he says. "You're a two-bit bus-bench lawyer. And you work for me."