[In a flashback, Jimmy has dinner with Chuck and his then sister-in-law, Rebecca. He pipes up after an awkward silence]
Alright, what's the difference between a vacuum cleaner and a lawyer on a motorcycle? The vacuum cleaner has the dirtbag on the inside. Ha!
I've only been in the mailroom a week and I've heard maybe a hundred! It all comes from a place of affection.
What do you get when you cross The Godfather with a lawyer? An offer you can't understand.
And believe me, I have nothing but the utmost respect for your profession. I mean, it's a pillar of— oh, why do they bury lawyers under twenty feet of dirt? Because deep down, they're really good people. [Chuck gets uncomfortable] What do you call a lawyer with an IQ of 60? Your Honor. What's the difference between a tick and a lawyer?
RRebecca
[amused] Oh, no.
The tick falls off when you're dead! [Rebecca laughs] Bam! Love that one. You like that? [to Chuck] Just joking. I want you to know how seriously I take my job. I—Grateful for the–oh! How many lawyers does it take to change a lightbulb? Classic setup here. Three: one to climb the ladder, one to shake it and one to sue the ladder company. [he and Rebecca laugh]
[gets up] Dessert, anyone? We have a homemade blueberry crumble with vanilla ice cream.
Yeah, blueberry crumble, sounds terrific. I love a fruit based—
RRebecca
Wait, I think I have one!
RRebecca
Yeah, yeah. What do lawyers and sperm have in common? Um, three million—No, wait. One in three million have...
[in unison with Rebecca] ...A chance of becoming a human being!
[Both laugh as Chuck awkwardly leaves. Later, he and Rebecca are lying in bed]
RRebecca
Well, that went well.
RRebecca
I don't know what you were worried about, Jimmy's great.
[Jimmy visits Kim in the basement of HHM, where she has been demoted to document review again.]
Wexler v. Hamlin Hamlin McGill. You want me to sue my own firm?
Filing's all typed up, it's ready to go. This is not my area of expertise, alright? So, first order of business: we get a great employment law attorney, show 'em we mean business. [Kim rubs her face in frustration] Come on! Hey, look at you, okay? You're here at midnight in this glorified cellblock, busting your ass, for what? It has nothing to do with your performance. You're being mistreated. Chuck is punishing you to get to me! This is extortion, pure and simple.
No, that's Howard, who has an image to uphold. He did the same thing after the Kettleman fiasco, and Chuck was nowhere in sight.
...I'm telling you, Chuck is behind this.
No, you are behind this. I told you this would happen, and now I'm paying the price. I should have known better. So now, I'm keeping my head down and I'm getting through this, and I'm most certainly not suing HHM.
Even if I won, who would hire me? That would be career suicide.
All right. Then I quit Davis & Main.
What does that accomplish?
It's the only way to get you out of dutch. Because this is about Chuck, whether you want to believe it or not. I give him what he wants, he lets up on you.
Wow, my knight in shining armor. That is some sacrifice, quitting a job that you've been trying to tank since day one.
I dig myself out of this hole. You do your job, Jimmy. Prove you can go one week— hell, one day without breaking the rules of the New Mexico Bar Association or pissing off your boss, and don't insult my intelligence by saying you are doing any of this for me. You don't save me. I save me.
Do I have a future at this firm?
We have a lot in common, you and I. My brother left you holding the bag. If it makes you feel any better, you're not the first person to go out on a limb for him. I made the same mistake, over and over again... and now Howard has, and he blames you. A damn mess. Jimmy ever tell you anything about our father?
My dad—our dad—he was... well, the personification of good. I'm not sure he could even see sin, in any form. Like he was born without the gene. He ran a little corner store in Cicero. Cigarettes behind the counter, penny candy. Nothing special, but it kept food on the table, and the neighborhood loved Dad. He knew everybody's name, what was going on in their lives. Just a little corner. He made it better. I was named after him. Before that, he worked for a lot of people over the years and his dream was to be his own boss. Put everything he had into that place. I was away at college when he put Jimmy to work there. Jimmy grew up in that store, watching our father... but Dad was not the world's greatest businessman, and eventually he ran into money troubles. I had a clerkship at the time, but I came home to help him get his books in order. Set the ship straight. Now, I'm no accountant, but I discovered $14,000 was just gone. Vanished over the years. Turns out Jimmy had pilfered it in dribs and drabs, just took it out of the till. My dad wouldn't hear it. Nope, not his Jimmy. He ended up having to sell. Six months later, he was dead. At the funeral, no one cried harder than Jimmy. My brother is not a bad person. He has a good heart. It's just he can't help himself... and everyone's left picking up the pieces.
[Mike is sitting at a diner when Hector Salamanca walks in and approaches his booth.]
[Hector sits across from Mike. Fran, the waitress, comes to the booth.]
FFran
Hi. What can I get you?
FFran
It's coming right up.
[Fran leaves. Hector observes the bruises on Mike's face left by Tuco.]
Mmm. He really did a number on you.
The young man who did that to you is my nephew. Hothead, always has been. He thinks he's a boxer. He should have shown you respect. I apologize to you on behalf of my family.
And you know what? He should go to jail. Best thing for him, teach him respect for his elders. But not for eight years. Less, much less.
[Fran comes back to pour Hector's coffee.]
You see where I'm getting at?
The gun charge, that's eight years he's going away, maybe ten. Aggravated assault, the gun, plus he got your wallet.
I would like for you to tell the police that the gun was yours.
Eh, you're both a little hot under the collar about whether you bump his car or not, but there was a scuffle and uh, he got your gun.
Your gun from your pocket, he got it and that's how his prints got on it.
Then I'd be subject to the gun charge.
You're an ex-cop. They go easy on you.
I even twist Tuco's ear, make him apologize, and he serves for battery, nothing else. [beat] I'm looking for the best possible outcome for everybody... and, for your trouble, you take home $5,000.
[Hector rises from his seat, leaves a tip, and begins to walk away]
