[Chuck, Howard, Kevin, and Paige are appearing before the Banking Board to get approval to open Mesa Verde's new bank]
Mr. Commissioner? Is there something we can clarify?
USMr. Ughetta's Assistant
Uh, yes. Could you give us the address of the proposed Scottsdale branch again?
Certainly. It's 1216 Rosella Drive, Scottsdale, Arizona, 85262.
UMr. Ughetta
1216? Okay, because the application I'm looking at today clearly gives the address as 1216.
1216. That's correct, sir.
UMr. Ughetta
But in the original submission, we're seeing 1261 Rosella Drive.
[ignoring them] I think if you double-check, you'll see that 1216 is correct.
USMr. Ughetta's Assistant
There seem to be two different addresses here.
Mr. Commissioner, I have a copy of our notice of intent, which was published in newspapers in Arizona and New Mexico. It clearly states the address is 1261 Rosella Drive—
Mr.–Mr. Commissioner, it-it—
UMr. Ughetta
1261 Rosella Drive. Yes, I have a copy of the notice of intent too. But on the actual filing, the address reads 1216. So, which is it?
[beat] Mr. Commissioner, if I may confer with my clients?
UMr. Ughetta
Certainly, please.
[to Chuck] It's absolutely 1261.
You are mistaken. And with all due respect, you're muddying the waters here.
Muddying the wat—?! [hands documents to Chuck] Look. Just look!
Well, this is clearly an error.
It's 1261. I know where my own damn bank is.
Now, let's just all calm down. I'm sure we can straighten this out—
I've got a building remodeled at 1261 Rosella. I don't know where the hell 1216 is.
I–I don't quite unders... [realizes] 1261?
Is this going to be a problem?
No, I'm sure it won't be.
Um, Mr. Commissioner, I apologize. Unaccountably, there appears to be a discrepancy in our filing.
UMr. Ughetta
So the correct address is the one that appeared in the notice of intent, the 1261?
It would seem so. Uh, it-it-it—We'd like to request an–an adjournment of just a few minutes so that we can amend the filing to reflect the correct address.
UMr. Ughetta
Well, I-I can give you an adjournment, uh, but... I don't think we can get you back in today.
If I may, when do you think you might be able to schedule us?
UMr. Ughetta
I'm being told by staff that they've already done the research for 1216 Rosella Drive. Our folks are going to have to go back to square one on the new address.
If we could obtain a provisional agreement today, to allow the branch to open—
UMr. Ughetta
No, no. With all due respect, it's up to you folks to submit accurate paperwork. Maybe next time, double-check.
[Mike meets with Nacho at their usual place]
I've got something I need to know, and I need to know it fast.
We got hit the other day. A truck headed south got hijacked. Someone stole a quarter of a million. Now Hector's flippin' out, lookin' for who did it. Thing is... I think it was you. They left the driver hog-tied, not a mark on him. Anyone in the game would've capped him without a second thought. But this driver? He's still breathin'. I thought to myself, "Who's the guy who'll rip off a couple hundred thousand in drug money and leave a witness? Who's the guy who won't pull the trigger? You." I'm not here to squeeze you. You wanna rip off the cartel, that's your business. But here's the thing. I'm picking up that driver, Hector's orders. We're gonna see what he knows, and if he knows you, that's bad for both of us.
That shouldn't concern you.
But he was in on it, right?
The driver had nothing to do with it.
You're telling me you did this without someone on the inside? Not possible. How did you know about the truck? How do you know about the tires?
All I can tell you is, you guys aren't half as smart as you think you are.
So the driver doesn't know anything?
Right now, Hector's looking at the competition, but he hears the driver say it was some old gringo...
He didn't hear me. He saw a guy with a ski mask, that's it.
You better be right. [starts to walk away]
Why wasn't it in the papers?
The truck robbery, the cops keeping it out of the papers?
The cops? The cops don't know shit about it.
Is that... what this is about? You wanted to put the cops onto Hector? Why?! You are nothing to him! He forgot all about you!
You put me in the shit... just 'cause you got it in for Hector Salamanca? [reaches for his gun] Listen, you put the cops on him, you put them on me. Doing it for the money, I get it, but this shit? That's insane.
You need to calm yourself down... and you need to take your hand out of that pocket.
[Nacho moves his hand away and rubs his head in frustration]
And just so you know, it's over. I'm done with your boss.
[sighs] Whatever. [starts walking away]
Why wasn't it in the papers?
[stops] 'Cause we cleaned it up.
We got lucky. After you left, a good samaritan came along and said "Oh my god, oh my god." He cut the driver loose. The driver calls us, we came out, got the truck... made it like it never happened.
...And that good samaritan?
Hector shot him in the face. We buried the guy out in the desert. Like I said, we cleaned it up.
[Jimmy and Kim are lying in bed]
You wanna talk about this?
I'm just going to say: You are meant for Mesa Verde, and they are meant for you. So, all is right with the world. [beat] Good night.
Good night. [beat] Your brother is one smart lawyer.
The smartest one I know. I mean, no offense.
He'd make quite an adversary.
The kind of adversary who'd find even the smallest crack in your defense. Going against him... you'd really want to make sure you've got all your "i"'s dotted and your "t"'s crossed. Nothing for him to find.
[Jimmy's eyes widen and he gets out of bed]
[Chuck and Ernesto visit the copy shop where Jimmy forged the Mesa Verde documents. Lance, the night clerk, has just been bribed by Jimmy to deny that he was there]
LLance
When the guy [Ernesto] showed me the picture, I thought maybe. But now that I'm seeing it again... ah, sorry, don't know what to tell you. Guess I was wrong.
Son, listen carefully. I am an officer of the court investigating a felony.
No, no I'm not. I—I—I'm a...
Mr. McGill, maybe we better get you home.
Ernesto, do not speak to me as if I were a child. I'm fine.
[Chuck begins to be affected by his electromagnetic hypersensitivity]
[to Lance] I am not a police officer. I am an attorney. And I have a moral and legal obligation to get to the bottom of this matter.
LLance
The bottom of what?
Forgery. Fraud. Falsifying evidence...
[Chuck's electromagnetic hypersensitivity becomes worse]
...breaking and entering.
LLance
[to Ernie] This guy, is he okay?
There's nothing wrong with me!
Mr. McGill, maybe we should just take a break and—
Ernie, shut up! [to Lance] You think about the choice you're making!
LLance
I already told you he wasn't here. What do you want me to say?
I want you to speak the truth! I know he was here! I know what he did! Tell me what you told Ernesto! Stop trying to change your story!
CCustomer
Excuse me, sorry. How do we get this to do 11x14?
[to customer] No, excuse me, we are having a conversation here!
LLance
[to customer] You have to switch it to tray four, it's easier if I show you. [to Chuck] Look... Dude, okay. I-I don't want any problems here, so just... [Lance leaves the counter; to Ernie] Get him out of here or I'm going to call the cops, okay?
Do not walk away from me! We are not finished here!
LLance
I am done talking to you, man!
[Chuck tries to walk after Lance, but is overcome by the electromagnetic fields. He passes out and falls down, hitting his head on the counter.]
