Marco, I'm sorry. I gotta go back.
MarcoWhat?
It's been great, and I appreciate your hospitality, but a week's gonna have to do it. I gotta go home.
Marco
I already called in sick! [pause] Come on, man. This is home. You hate it out there. What d'you gotta go back to?
Marco
Your clients? What, are you like a gigolo, or something?
Marco
What?
Honest to God. I do elder law, which is like, wills and estates-
Marco
So you're ripping off old people?
No, I'm not ripping off old people. I'm not ripping off anybody.
Marco
Holy crap. Slippin' Jimmy's a lawyer? [laughs] No wonder you wanna go back! I mean, you got to be king of the desert, driving around town in a white Caddy making bank!
I'm not making bank. I'm making a living, more or less.
Marco
A living? All due respect–you're a lawyer and you're not making bank, you're doing it wrong.
Well, I'm building something. Takes time!
Marco
You're gonna build somethin', build it out here. I mean, lawyers in Chicago make plenty, I assure you.
I don't know what to tell ya, Marco. Chuck's in Albuquerque.
Marco
Again, all due respect, Chuck's a stuck-up douchebag. I hate to break it to ya, but he doesn't even like you.
Marco
...Okay. I get it. Family, you gotta go back. But... [pulls out a watch from a drawer] remember this?
The Rolex thing. Whatever happened to the guy who used to sell us those?
Marco
Jin Kang? He got deported, this is the last one. I say we go for it.
Marco
Aw, come on! Last time we did, what, 600? The hot streak we're on, I bet we'd break a grand, easy!
I could lend you some cash-
Marco
I don't need the money, Jimmy. I need this. Come on, you say you're happy doing wills or whatever? Good for you, man, seriously! I gotta tell ya, standpipes ain't cutting it for me, man. I got nothing, Jimmy. Give me this.
[When doing the Rolex scam, Marco doesn't stir. Jimmy calls 911 when Marco is roused.]
Marco
I screwed up.
No, y-you did–You did good, buddy! Just hold on, alright? They're on their way, they'll be here in a minute.
Marco
Jimmy, you know what?
Just s-save your breath, okay? You're gonna be fine.
Marco
This was the greatest week of my life.
[Jimmy and Marco break into the McGill's abandoned corner store to set up another con during their reunion. Jimmy retrieves a Band-Aid box from the ceiling and empties a pile of rare coins onto the counter]
[picking up a coin] Boom! Indian-head penny! Alright, that's worth about three bucks; we polish it up, run the coin game.
Marco
Nice. We get a hundred fifty bucks, easy.
Hundred and fifty? We got a hundred ten for a plain vanilla half-dollar. This-this is actually rare—I mean, you can see it, y'know! Three hundred, easy.
Marco
Oh, three hundred. Me likey. Now you're gonna tell me what your coin collection was doing up there.
Uh... [huffs] It's a long story. Let's get out of here.
[They freeze as they hear a police car drive by.]
Marco
Alright, now let's hit it.
No, there might be another one.
Marco
Alright, then give. What's the deal with the coins?
[chuckles] Well, uh... I was what, 12 or so, and I was working the register. Guy comes in, buys a box of Ivory Flakes and a sixer of Old Style. He pays with a couple bucks and [holds up coin] this. Second I see it, I know what it is: It's a George Washington silver. I tell my dad, "Pop, this quarter is rare, it's worth four bucks." Barely get the words out of my mouth, he hightails it outta here to give it back. He can't find the guy, so he tapes it to the side of the register; he's hoping that this guy will come back, so he can return it! After about a week, he starts talking about giving it to Father Mahoney for the poor box, so I make it disappear. Then after that, every day after school, I'm checking the till. If something catches my eye, I stick it in the box, put it up there for good luck. [clears throat] So much for good luck.
Marco
It's a crying shame they lost this place.
They never should have bought it in the first place. My dad didn't have it in him.
Marco
...What do you mean? Your folks worked so hard.
Yeah, they worked hard; they worked a lot of hours for a lot of years for nothing.
Marco
I dunno, Jimmy. Y'know, a lot of customers, everyone liked him.
Everybody liked him 'cause he was a soft touch. Y'know, every deadbeat in the neighborhood owed him money. You come in here with a sob story, you leave with a pat on the back and a gallon of milk. He could've made it work. He could've sold beer and cigarettes to the kids from Mary Margaret's but... heh, oh no, not him. [sniff] He was never gonna do what he had to do.
[Gus meets with Don Eladio, Juan Bolsa, and the Salamancas late at night. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
EEladio
Don Hector has made a very serious accusation.
[One of the Cousins hands a letter to Don Juan]
These are Don Hector's words, dictated to Leonel and Marco, letter by letter. "The assault on my nephew's hacienda failed. Lalo fought the assassins and won. The day after the attack, Lalo called me. I heard the truth from his own lips. It was Fring who sent the mercenaries, not the Peruvians. We kept Lalo's survival a secret. My nephew was about to take his revenge on the traitor, face-to-face. Instead, he disappeared. It is the chicken man's doing. Don Eladio, look into Fring's eyes. There you will see the truth. The chicken man hates you. He is our enemy. He plots against us. I demand blood for blood."
[Juan folds the letter and sits back down]
[pause] I have no response.
Gustavo, you must speak. Have you no defense?
With all due respect, I don't believe this merits a response.
EEladio
[to the Cousins] Did you witness these phone calls from Lalo? [Leonel and Marco shake their heads] I was told you saw Lalo's body.
Marco
It was burned.
EEladio
[to Juan] Didn't the federales check the teeth?
Yes, Don Eladio. My brother tells me the dental records matched.
EEladio
And that rat, Varga... What did he say before he died?
He said he was in the pay of the Peruvians, Los Odios. We know he took their money, we found bank statements.
EEladio
[beat; looks at his watch] Well... It's late. Don Hector... Since you've come a long way, tonight you sleep in my bed. [Hector angrily rings his bell repeatedly in protest] No, I insist. No arguing. I'm giving you my room. Very comfortable. And who knows? Maybe a couple of the girls will come to visit! [pause; Hector continues ringing his bell] Please. [Leonel and Marco carry Hector by his wheelchair and leave] Good night, Hector. Sleep well. [to Gus] I'd invite you to stay as well, Gustavo, but... I don't want my breakfast ruined by all the... [mocks Hector ringing his bell and laughs] Ay-yay-yay. [beat] The peace must be kept. What do you suggest?
EEladio
The South Valley will stay Salamanca territory. And the rest of the North, that'll be for you to manage. Working under Bolsa.
[rises with Eladio out of his chair] Thank you. Your trust means everything, Don Eladio.
EEladio
Bueno. Gustavo... [long pause] When I looked into your eyes... Hate. A little bit's okay. As long as you never forget who's boss.
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