Elsewhere, Hank and Gomez are staking out a random RV park, which seems like a comically low-rent use of night-vision goggles, but here we are. Hank is slinking around some random RV like he's Sydney Bristow's tubby, bald half-cousin, while Gomez watches and wonders how he ended up playing glorified Xbox with the world's most overinvested RV hunter. After executing a few tuck-n-rolls for fun (okay, not really), Hank returns to the car and declares that he "can't see a damn thing." Gomez looks like he really hopes none of his friends walk by and see him doing this. He doesn't see any sign that this RV is their meth RV, so why not head home and start fresh tomorrow. Hank ain't having that. He wants one more crack at it. Which is why the tubby, bald cop is soon after seen scaling the RV in question and trying to peek in through the moon roof. Inside, Hank spots something more horrifying than meth: half-clothed old people. As Gomez watches on the night-vision like it's a particularly retarded movie, Old Man No-Shirt chases Hank down from the roof. Cut to some time later (it's daylight now), when Hank has smoothed things over with Ma and Pa Kettle (which is how they're credited) and returns to a mortified Gomez. Hank suggests they "check out a couple more, then call it a morning." Rather than punch him square in the face, which Gomez totally should do, he instead begs off. He's gotta pack, he says meekly. For El Paso. Oh.
So, okay, I don't really know why it delights me to see that Marie has such an OCD manner of putting Splenda in her coffee -- four packets, lined up side by side, neatly opened one at a time into her little travel mug. It's the little things with Marie, but I sure do love her. Maybe it's because, as time has gone on, her petty kleptomania has really paled in comparison to the meth dealing and negligent homicide and embezzlement and adultery. Anyway, Marie hears Hank roll on in, and while she calls for him, he gruffly ignores her and goes to take a shower. Not that it stops Marie any. She's shocked to hear he intends to shower up and then head right back into the field. She also says she heard from Gomez's wife about his transfer to El Paso. Marie knows it's a sore subject so she's actually moving gingerly about it, not like the usual bull in a china shop conversational style she has. She knows why he turned El Paso down, she knows he's going through some stuff, and she even knows he doesn't want to talk about it. She actually approaches the issue quite well. Even so, Hank is visibly getting angrier at every question and eventually takes the classic argumentative shortcut: the personal attack. He accuses Marie of only caring about "that townhouse in Georgetown." She says she just wants to be included in his decisions, is all. And if he didn't want to go to El Paso, he could have talked to her about it. Hank flips out and starts yelling about all the important work he's doing here in New Mexico, and Marie, knowing he's still building that wall up, just walks away.