[Mike kicks the gas cap and answers the ringing cell phone in the middle of a deserted road.]
May I assume that you are armed?
I do not wish to see your gun. And if I don't, I promise you won't see mine. Are we in agreement?
Expect two cars momentarily.
[Mike is approached from two directions by two SUVs. Victor emerges from one car, while Gus Fring and Tyrus Kitt emerge from the other. Mike presents the "DON'T" note to Gus.]
It's not in my interests for Hector Salamanca to die... at this time.
An associate of an associate.
We had a disagreement. He threatened my family. I'm not gonna let that go.
But... you had let it go. You'd taken his money. Your family was no longer in danger. And yet, still, you robbed his truck. Shouldn't that have settled the matter? Most men would have walked away. But instead, you made an attempt on his life. Why? [beat] I understand that a civilian found the driver after you robbed the truck. Hector murdered this civilian, correct?
...He wasn't in the game.
I can't allow you to kill Hector. However, I am not completely unsympathetic to your... sense of justice. You hurt Hector when you robbed that truck. You hurt his business. His pride... quite effectively. And if you were to hurt him in the same manner again, I would not stand in your way.
You want me to rob another truck.
Then our business here is finished.
No more tracker, no more of your minions following me? Just like that?
Just like that. Of course, I trust that you are done with Hector Salamanca? [Mike nods] Goodbye, Mr. Ehrmantraut.
[Gus turns to leave.]
Wait. [Gus turns back to face Mike] You want his trucks hit because you wanna disrupt his supply line. Hector's your competition.
Because I'm not done with Hector Salamanca.
[Jimmy is smoking a cigarette, waiting for the police to arrive to arrest him after Chuck's entrapment.]
You won't want to hear it, but this is for the best. Please, Jimmy. Whatever you think of me, whatever colorful names you're calling me in your head right now, please understand I'm trying to help you. Here's what's going to happen. The police will arrest you. And I'm sorry, but I will be pressing charges. I told you there would be consequences... but I have to believe that you'll face those consequences and you'll come out the other side a better man. I know it's hard to see right now, but Jimmy, this is an opportunity. That's why I'm doing this, not to punish you. To show you – truly show you – that you have to make a change before it's too late. Before you destroy yourself, or someone else, and I believe you can change. You'll find your path. And when you're ready, I will be there to help you walk that path.
Here's what's gonna happen. One day you're gonna get sick. Again. One of your employees is gonna find you curled up in that space blanket, take you to the hospital, hook you up to those machines that beep and whir and hurt. And this time, it will be too much. And you will die there. Alone.
I fucked up. Chuck bamboozled me, again. That tape? He made sure that Ernie heard it, right? 'Cause he knew Ernie, bless him, would tell me about it and I would come over, try to destroy it or steal it or whatever. Howard was there, and a P.I. if you can believe that. Just waiting for me to lose my shit and bust in. Chuck played me like a fiddle, and schmuck that I am, I fell for it! [quietly] Moron. I'm sorry. I didn't call you, which is stupid, and I'm sorry about that, too. But I didn't call you for a reason, okay? 'Cause this is my screw-up. I own it, okay? It's my responsibility to fix it. I know you wanna help, of course you do, 'cause you're wonderful! But you're up to your ears in Mesa Verde, and I can't—I won't—load this onto you too. We have worked too hard to let Chuck's bullshit vendetta threaten everything that we're building! I won't allow him to endanger our business! No! I will fix this! Myself, me, Jimmy McGill, okay? You have gotta let me do this on my own!
I got a deal offer from the ADA today.
It's not what I expected.
Bad "not what you expected"?
It's just that—it's different. She's offering me pre-prosecution diversion.
Seriously? A PPD? That's great, Jimmy!
Best I could hope for, right?
Right. What does she want you to confess to?
All of it. The felony B and E, misdemeanor petty assault and property damage—I never touched him, but they got assault in there.
Well, could be worse. As long as they never activate it, it doesn't matter, right? You gonna be able to keep your nose clean for a whole year? Keep Viktor with a K on lockdown?
It's not a problem, Giselle. And if I don't, it's instant jail, right?
Lucky break. She must not want the hassle of a trial.
Jimmy. This is good news, and Chuck is gonna be pissed. It's a big check in the pro column.
Actually, the PPD was Chuck's idea.
One condition of the PPD is, my written confession is immediately submitted to the New Mexico Bar Association.
Your written felony confession.
Mmhmm. I thought he wanted me in jail; he just wants my law license. [sighs]
Well, I knew the bar was going to be an issue, right? So, I figured I'd plea the charges down to a couple misdemeanors, get a censure and maybe a little suspension, but... a confession to a felony?
Yeah, and if I take it to trial and I lose, I face the bar anyways–and jail time, most likely. He's got me boxed in.
You can fight this. The disciplinary board listens to extenuating circumstances...
No, Chuck knows everybody at the bar. Hell, he made half of their careers; it's gonna be him and his cronies versus me. Alone.
Come on, Jimmy. You need me. You can't argue this yourself. You and I both know that, and I'm not gonna let you fight this on your own.
'Cause I don't... Why would you... Come on. [points to himself] This guy? Seriously?
[After a moment, Kim takes his hand.]
Let's just call it the fallacy of sunk costs. So what now?
Now? Now we take that PPD and we shove it right up Chuck's ass.
