Manuel quotes from Better Call Saul

Hey, Dad.

Manuel

I was falling asleep to the news.

Yeah, I know.

Manuel

Are you all right, mijo?

[Manuel sits across from his son]

Papa. A man is going to come to your shop. Soon. A bad man.

Manuel

What?

He'll want to run the place for a while. And you'll have to let him. Do you understand?

Manuel

And who is this man?

[beat] Hector Salamanca.

Manuel

Salamanca?

I've been working for them again. I know what you're thinking. You can scream at me, disown me, never speak to me again. But whatever happens, you must do what he says. I know what you're gonna want to do. But you can't. You can't, Papa. Do what he says, this will blow over in a few weeks. If you don't... I swear. I swear it will be over soon.

Manuel

How can I believe anything you say?

Promise me you won't do anything stupid. Promise me, Papa. Please.

Manuel

[beat] Get out of my house.

[Nacho quietly gets up, empties the glass of milk into the sink, and leaves.]

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[Manuel comes home from work to see that someone broke in, sitting in the kitchen. The dialogue is in Spanish.]

Manuel

Leave now. I don't want you here. Leave. Answer me! I don't want to play games. I told you to get out of my house. You must go, right now!

[Manuel turns on the lights to see Nacho bandaged up]

Manuel

...My God. Mijo? What have they done to you? [picks up a phone]

No.

Manuel

You need the hospital.

Papa. Please. Don't call anyone. I won't be safe if you do.

[Manuel reluctantly hangs up]

I'm okay. Can I rest here a little?

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[Nacho receives a visit from his father at his expansive house. The dialogue is in Spanish.]

How are you, Papa?

Manuel

Mm. Gutierrez made me an offer. He wants to buy the shop.

Really? Don't tell me... does he want to turn it into another tire shop? [chuckles]

Manuel

Heh. No, he want to keep it as is. But... he offered more than it's worth, even with the land.

What are you going to do?

Manuel

[choked up] I always thought I was keeping the shop for you.

[rubs his face] Papa. Are you going to work... eleven hours a day for the rest of your life?

Manuel

What do you think?

It sounds like a good deal. Could be... your chance to retire.

Manuel

[sighs] This is you, isn't it?

I don't know what you mean.

Manuel

You put Gutierrez up to this. This is your money he's offering me.

Papa, no. No.

Manuel

This is you trying to get me to leave town. You want to run, you want me to run too. Deny it! Tell me I'm wrong! Look me in the eyes! [Nacho looks up at him] I've told you what you should do. Give this up! Go to the police! Face what you've done! If you want to run, run. But me? No, I will not run away!

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[Nacho calls his father from an auto shop while on the run]

Manuel

A-to-Z Fine Upholstery. Hello?

Dad. It's me.

Manuel

Nacho?

Si, Papa. Hola.

Manuel

[sighs] Hola, hijo. [in Spanish] How are you?

[in Spanish] Good, good. Um... just wanted to hear your voice.

Manuel

Nacho, where are you? You sound strange.

[pause] It's not important.... I was just checking in, that's all.

Manuel

Okay. Mijo, I have lots of work to do. We've been through this, so many times. You know what you have to do... go to the police.

Yes, Papa. I understand... I hear you.

Manuel

[pause] What else is there to say? Hmm? Goodbye, hijo.

[choked up] Goodbye, Papa.

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[Mike meets with Nacho's father outside his shop to let him know about Nacho's fate]

Manuel

Who are you?

It's not important.

Manuel

I saw you here before. Chrysler Fifth Avenue. What about my son?

I'm sorry, he won't be found. [pause] It was over fast. No pain.

Manuel

You were there?

I was there. Your son made some mistakes, he fell in with bad people... but he was never like them. Not really. He had a good heart. One more thing: you won't have to worry about the Salamancas. Their day is coming. There'll be justice.

Manuel

Justice?

I'm sorry, my Spanish... j-justicia. Justice.

Manuel

[sighs] What you talk about... is not justice. What you talk of is... revenge. It never ends... my boy is gone. [scoffs; in Spanish] You gangsters and your "justice." You're all the same.