On the other side of town -- and the law -- Hank and Gomez arrive at the federal building for what turns out to be a meeting with the corporate heads of Madrigal, who all flew in from Germany on their G-5 jets. (Hank: "Are those the ones where the wings go up [on the ends]?") The man who appears to be the Madrigal CEO talks to the Feds about how the recently departed Schuler ran their restaurant division. Despite the instructions of his attorney, the CEO isn't shy about condemning Schuler's actions, as they were harmful to Madrigal at large. At this, a mouse-faced, dark-haired woman looks down the table with concern. The CEO is confident that Schuler's actions were isolated, but if they turn out not to be, he will welcome the Feds finding that out for him. He pledges Madrigal's full cooperation and transparency.

Later, Hank and Gomie share a whiskey with Supervisor Merkert, who is being ushered into retirement, as unofficial punishment for not rooting out the Fring meth empire before it (literally) blew up on them. He tells Hank that he should have listened to him all along, though Hank brushes off any kind of mea culpa. After a little talk about the evidence room break-in last week, Merkert begins to muse about Gus Fring, and specifically about how one Fourth of July weekend he had the man over to his home, barbecued in the back. He still grills fish in foil pouches the way Gus showed him. They laughed, traded stories, drank. "And he was somebody else completely. Right in front of me. Right under my nose." As he's saying this, we get a look at Hank, who looks troubled and deep in thought. Are we only supposed to think he's imagining Walt -- the man under HIS nose all this time -- or is he actually beginning to suspect his bro-in-law? Anyway, fare thee well, Supervisor Merkert! I won't miss having to look up old recaps to remember your name all the time!