[Kim and Jimmy interview their first potential secretary: Francesca]
Well, I for one, am not calling it the MVD. DMV all the way.
What do you think you learned the most, working there?
Patience. Diplomacy. You meet all sorts of people down there, and most are really great, really friendly, but you encounter some who are upset, belligerent—
What about old folks? You get your fair share of them?
Oh, lots of elderly drivers. After 75, they need to take their test again, so if they don't pass you have to explain why their license isn't being renewed, which is hard for them.
What do you say then? Do you ever... yell at them? I mean, geezers, right? How can you not?
...No. I would never, no.
...Nor should you, that was a trick question. You passed with flying colors, very good.
So, Jimmy and I have very different needs. His practice is mostly wills for senior citizens while I'm focused on a single client at the moment, Mesa Verde, with banking regulations that generate a ton of paperwork. So, I'm looking for someone with an eye for organization and detail.
Well, DMV's great for that. Tons of detail in those driver's licenses.
We did see hundreds of people every day, and you'd never want to let a mistake slip through on those forms. You'd just have a horrible cascade of problems.
So, why the law? I mean, why leave the DMV- er, MVD? I have to imagine you'll be giving up a good benefits package.
Good healthcare and retirement plans, but there's a bureaucracy to government work that ultimately became too frustrating. I guess- what'd you'd call it, too much red tape? I just wanna be somewhere I can make a difference.
Oh, that's us. We're all about making a difference.
And I see here both Word and Excel, you're comfortable with?
Excel and Word? Wow. Well, you had me at "old people!" Hey, here's a question: can you start today?
Now–Can you just give us a second, Francesca?
Absolutely, I, uh... Of course.
Thank you. [pause; to Jimmy after Francesca leaves] What are you doing?
"Can you start today?" Don't you think we should see more resumes? Like, a lot more? She is our first interview! We haven't even checked her references!
So we'll check 'em! Kim, you've been taking forever searching for a paralegal. Now, we need help here.
Haven't found the right fit.
Yeah, because you're searching for perfection, and perfection is the enemy of perfectly adequate.
So that's the bar here? Adequate?
She's more than adequate! She worked at the DMV, that's like the fifth circle of Hell! Look, she's overqualified; if it doesn't work out, we can fire her. It's no big deal.
Don't you think someone with actual legal experience would be better?
Look, I've got a commercial airing in eleven minutes, so the phones are gonna be ringing off the hook and I need help. Can we give her a test run, please? I got a good feeling about this! Come on, Kim!
Alright, this is what you're gonna do: You're gonna go inside, buy a cup of coffee, a meal, whatever and sit in a booth. Sometime in the next ten to fifteen minutes, a guy in an old green Chevy Blazer is gonna pull into that parking lot. He'll take a knapsack and he'll go sit inside. I need you to keep an eye on the knapsack. Let me know what he does with it; does he take anything out of it, does he switch the bag with someone? Does he leave something from the bag inside—
Right, right, right, I got it.
Green Chevy Blazer, black top.
Yeah, what's in the bag? Is it money? It's gotta be money- Drugs, is it drugs? Something else? Well, I'm guessing money. Tell me I'm right.
He is gonna be here any minute. Now, I need you inside. You gonna do the job or not?
Fine. I'll do the job. You charmed me into it.
[Jimmy sticks his head in the trash bin at Los Pollos Hermanos, believing that a drop guy has left something inside.]
[Jimmy, taken by surprise, hurriedly takes off his watch and deliberately drops it in the bin.]
Uh... My watch, uh, clasp is loose–it falls. I tried to reach it.
Oh, well, I'm sorry. Allow me. [takes the trash can out of the bin.]
Yeah, they say a nice watch band is as the watch. That's what they get for cheapin' out.
[puts on a latex glove] We'll find it for you.
[Gus sifts through the trash can as Jimmy hovers his shoulder.]
Oh, don't worry. If it's in here, I'll—Ah, there it is.
[Gus retrieves Jimmy's watch from the trash]
Oh. May I clean this for you? We have alcohol wipes.
Uh, no. It's been in worse places. Thank you. That was very nice of you.
[hands Jimmy the watch] No problem. It's my pleasure. Is there anything else I can do for you?
[Kim learns about Chuck's tape from Ernesto, and goes to tell Jimmy]
Hand me a dollar! Come on!
Okay... All I got's a twenty-
Fine, whatever. [holds up the dollar] Alright. I'm your lawyer now. If anyone asks me what I know, we have confidentiality.
Why do we need confidentiality?
Jimmy, what did you say to Chuck?
Oh, here it comes... Howard, right? Did Howard call? [Kim looks away] Relax! No, let me explain, please! Please. Kim, let me set the stage for you, okay? When I went to Chuck's place last week, it was like the inside of a Jiffy Pop wrapper, alright? There was Mylar on the walls. There was Mylar on the ceiling, the ceiling! He thought his brain wasn't working because of the Mesa Verde event and so... I kind of told him that he was right about everything. I had to! He- he- Kim, he was broken. He was a broken man, I couldn't leave him in crazy town like that! So I told him; you know, just to make him feel better. It doesn't matter what he says, it doesn't matter who he tells, because it's my word against his.
There is a tape recording of you talking to Chuck.
What do you mean? Who? He–He taped me? How?
I don't know how, he just did! Okay? Ernie told me.
He said Chuck has a tape recorder, wrapped in a space blanket in his desk drawer. Ernie was putting new batteries in it for Chuck, and the tape rolled for a few seconds and he heard you... your voice saying something about switching 1261 to 1216. So clearly, it was this confession of yours.
[beat] Yes, Jimmy... but I'm not sure what he can do with it... legally, anyway. I'm gonna have to do some research. He made that tape for a reason, and now we have to figure out why. [notices Jimmy seething] Jimmy?
I gotta get back to it. The lobby's full of clients.
[Howard visits Chuck's house, where Chuck and a hired private investigator named Dave are waiting for Jimmy to show up and steal the audiotape in which he confessed to doctoring the Mesa Verde documents.]
Chuck, this has been going on for eight days now, and really no indication that it's going to work.
I think I've been very patient. But the cost of these round-the-clock private investigators is really starting to add up.
Howard, this is our duty as officers of the court. We have an ethical obligation to–
My brother broke the law. We can't just sit back and do nothing!
I'm not talking about doing nothing. I just want to...free up our minds, and be open to alternate strategies. Please, meet me halfway here.
[sighs] I suppose... I suppose we can limit the investigators to just nighttime hours.
Yes. Jimmy will most likely break in while he thinks I'm sleeping. I mean, I wouldn't put anything past him. It just makes the most sense he'll try to steal the tape under cover of darkness.
[Jimmy's car can be heard screeching to a halt outside]
You really think he's going to do that?
Howard, I know my brother.
[Jimmy begins angrily banging on Chuck's front door. Chuck goes to the door while Howard and Dave hide in an adjoining room.]
Chuck! Chuck! Open the goddamn door, Chuck! Open the door, dammit! Open it, Chuck!
Open the fucking door! Open it now!
I'm not opening the door. I'm not opening the d–
[Jimmy starts kicking the door]
[Jimmy breaks in the door and pursues Chuck to his study.]
YOU TAPED ME?! YOU ASSHOLE!
You PULLED THAT HEARTSTRINGS CON JOB ON ME?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! "Oh, my brain used to work, I'm sick, I don't know what to do!" Asshole! No wonder Rebecca left you! What took her so long?!
[Jimmy reaches Chuck's desk and finds the locked drawer where his audiotape of Jimmy's confession is being kept.]
[Jimmy tries and fails to pry the drawer open with a pair of scissors. He spots a poker next to the fireplace.]
Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!
[Jimmy takes the poker and pries open the drawer. He finds the tape player and pulls out the cassette.]
Oh, is this it? Is this it? Is this it? Huh? For this, you destroyed our family? Are you happy now?! For what?! For nothing!
[Jimmy corners Chuck and rips the cassette apart with his bare hands.]
Is that all there is, Chuck? Is that all there–all there is, or did you make copies? Huh, Chuck? Huh?! You tell me or I'll burn this whole goddamn house to the ground!
[Howard and Dave step into the room.]
Jimmy! Jimmy! That's enough!
[Jimmy, seeing Howard and Dave, deflates and calms down]
[shaken] Howard? You were a witness to what happened here?
[All three men stare in silence at Jimmy, who is now at Chuck's mercy]
