[Jimmy shows his commercial to Davis and Main's partners]
You and I did discuss the possibility of a commercial.
A possibility in the abstract for a grand total of 30 seconds when I was halfway out the door!
I guess—I thought I heard enthusiasm, so I- I took some initiative.
Some? Wow. We are a team at Davis & Main, this is a team approach! You coming to us as a solo practitioner, I knew there's gonna be a learning curve, but if you simply can't fit in as part of the team-
I can fit in! I—I fit in. I am here to help you and HHM win Sandpiper. That's all this was about.
CCordova
Sandpiper's not what keeps the lights on around here.
LLynton
We- we have clients who wouldn't want to be associated with this kind of—this.
Our image, our reputation is something we've been carefully building for years. It's worth far more than any one case, something like this could damage it. Suffice it to say, there's not a lot of love for you in the room at the moment. The vote is currently 2-to-1 to fire you for cause. However, I believe in second chances, but know this is both strike one and strike two! Going forward, you can expect a great deal more scrutiny.
[Nacho is discussing his plan to have Mike kill Tuco]
You got a better plan? Go on, tell me. I'm all ears.
You sure about this? Killing your partner, heh... that's a bell you don't unring.
[Nacho pauses, then pulls back his shirt to reveal something lodged in his shoulder]
You see this? You know how I got this? Back in '96, '97, Tuco and I were working with these bikers out of Riverside County. They were selling this peanut-butter crank; real shit, y'know, but cheap, we could sell it as fast as we got it. Anyway... Tuco develops a taste for it, and crank does not bring out the best in people - made Tuco erratic. Our connect was a guy called Dog Paulson. One day, Tuco's settling up with Dog. He decides to put on his lie detector. Dog's like, "What the hell," you know; Tuco just keeps staring at him, then he goes real quiet. "You think I'm an idiot, Dog?" He thinks Dog is supplying his competitor, trying to cut Tuco out. Dog, he denies it, "no way, not me." Tuco doesn't even raise his voice, but suddenly he's got a sawed-off and... right in Dog's face. I was behind him. Sickest thing I ever saw to this day, and this? [pulls back his shirt again] A piece of Dog's skull under the skin, a little piece of him. I tried digging it out, but it's in there pretty good. Y'know, not the kind of thing you go to the doctor's for. The thing about it was... Tuco really liked Dog. Kinda felt bad about it afterwards, but when he's using: [popping sound] Loco, crazy. There's no other way to put it. And he's using again: Crystal, much bigger kick. [shrugs] So... it's like you said. If Tuco finds out about my, y'know, independent ventures... it's gonna be Dog all over again. It's him or me.
[Mike is in a motel room with an arms dealer, looking at sniper rifles]
LLawson
Good bolt-action rifle, if you jammed it, I'd wager you were setting out to do so. Which brings us to the M40: tried and true, battle-tested. Essentially, the same rifle used by marine snipers since 1966. It's light, accurate, good for soft targets in the 800 to 1,200-meter range. [Mike inspects it] You seem to know this one.
Oh, yeah. You could say that.
LLawson
That's the A1 model. There's not much change from the original. Biggest difference is the stock, it's fiberglass instead of wood. They changed it over in 1970 or so.
Good. Wood warped like hell. You get it wet, you put it in the sun, gone. Somebody probably shoulda figured that out before they sent it into a damn jungle.
LLawson
Yeah. Probably. [beat] Well, if these aren't to your liking, I could get my hands on a few more.
No. I've changed my mind. Thank you, I don't need anything at this time. [holds out money] For your trouble.
LLawson
Oh, it's no trouble. I make my living on repeat business. When you need what I'm offering, you know where to find me.
[Kim has been called to a meeting with Howard and Chuck over Jimmy's unapproved TV commercial]
It's a simple question, Kim: Did you or did you not know about this commercial?
And you didn't say anything, to anyone?
You didn't think I deserved a heads-up?
I didn't realize—At the time, I didn't think it was necessary.
Well, you were wrong about that. We were caught flat-footed in front of our co-counsel, which I don't need to tell you does not reflect well on HHM. Or on you. [long pause] That will be all. You can go.
[Kim leaves the conference room]
You have to admit that shows a lack of judgment on [Kim's] part. She knows you. She should have known better.
Why? For pointing out that her one mistake was believing in you?
For Christ's sake, could we get some perspective here? It was a simple little commercial, it aired once, that's all. And can I remind you it worked—it worked like a dream?
See, that's your problem, Jimmy. Thinking that the ends justify the means. And you're forever shocked when it all blows up in your face.
What did I do that was so wrong?
You broke the rules. [Jimmy scoffs] You turned Kim into your accessory. You embarrassed Howard who, God help him, inexplicably vouched for you with Cliff Main. You made Cliff and his partners look like schmucks. Shall I go on? How he hasn't fired you for this positively mystifies me. "Perspective." You want perspective? I'll give you mine. You're my brother, and I love you, but you're like an alcoholic who refuses to admit he's got a problem. Now someone's given you the keys to the school bus and I am not going to let you drive it off a cliff.
C-Can we get down to brass tacks here? What can I do to put Kim back where she belongs, huh? Wha- you want me to quit Davis and Main? That's fine! I never wanted that job in the first place!
[exasperated] I-I can't get through to you. Life is not one big game of Let's Make a Deal!
Yes, it is! I'm Monty Hall, what's behind door number two? What'll it take, huh?! [pause] You want me to quit being a lawyer? [Chuck scoffs] Yuh, "a chimp with a machine gun," that's me, right?! Huh? So, what do you say? You help Kim, I quit the law. Is that a deal?
You didn't say it, but that's what you want, right?! That's why you put the screws to Kim in the first place, to squeeze me!
I didn't say that, and I would never say that.
Because if I were impeding the career of one of my employees, for the purpose of compelling you to do something against your will, that would be extortion.
[chuckles] Yeah, it would. So? You gonna extort me, Chuck? It's a lead-pipe cinch: You get away with it, I'm not gonna tell anyone. It's real easy—You just set things right with Kim, you get her back in her office out of doc review, everything back to normal, and I quit the law... for good. No more Jimmy McGill Esquire. Poof, like he never even existed.
But I need to hear the words come out of your mouth, okay? You're a man of your word, you're an upstanding man, right?!
Come on, Chuck! Extort me! Say "quit" and I will quit, but I need to hear it from your mouth.
You want me to commit a felony... because that's what you'd do, right?! Because you want to believe that deep down, I'm some hypocrite!
Let's find out. Come on down, Chuck, roll around in the dirt with me! All your dreams will come true! Go on, do it! Go on!
[Chuck stares at Jimmy]
I am not the bad guy here. You don't want to be a lawyer, that's between you and the New Mexico State Bar. You want to quit Davis & Main, be my guest! You clearly don't need any help from me to tank your career; you're doing just fine on your own.
[Mike drives to the El Michoacan restaurant after alerting the police of Tuco's location. As he pulls into the parking lot, he hits Tuco's car. Tuco and Nacho notice this and stop their deal inside the restaurant.]
What the fuck? Did you see that?
That old man... just hit my car.
[Mike comes inside while Tuco stares him down.]
Let me see. Um... give me the #4. The pollo, por favor. That's to go.
Hey, you. Hey, gramps! You just hit my car.
[laughs; to Nacho] Check out Mr. Magoo here. [to Mike] Yes, sir. You see that car that you parked your piece of shit next to? That's mine. You just ran into it.
Hey! I saw it, too. You gonna stand there and deny it?
I offered to do this the right way. If you can't accept that, then I can't help you. [Tuco takes his keys and throws them to Nacho] Aw, come on, guys!
I'm gonna make this real simple for you. Give me your wallet and maybe you'll walk away from this.
[pause] I'm not giving you a damn thing.
No, homes? [reveals gun underneath his shirt to Mike] Give me your wallet!
Let's just stay calm here.
[laughs] You see me sweating, bitch? [shoves Mike] Wallet! [Mike looks to his right] Wallet! Wallet.
[Mike reluctantly takes his wallet out of his back pocket]
[snatches wallet from Mike's hand and takes out cash] There's like, 400 here!
[Nacho hears sirens in the distance]
You got some crazy lip on you, old man! Your life, worth 400 bucks?
Hey, Tuco! Time to bounce!
[Nacho drops the keys, then gets in his van and drives off]
You... are one lucky old man. [Mike suddenly grabs Tuco's boxing gloves necklace] The hell? Let go!
[Mike knocks Tuco's gun away, and the two start a fist fight. Tuco throws several punches at Mike. Mike notices two cop cars pulling into the parking lot as Tuco beats him]
OOfficer
Hands up! Now! On the ground!
[bloody-faced] That all you got?
OOfficer
Get on the ground!
[Tuco laughs madly and lands a punch to Mike's eye]
