[Hector walks up to the counter, where Lyle is taking orders]
LLyle
Welcome to Los Pollos Hermanos. May I take your order?
¿Tu jefe está aquí? ¿Dónde está?
LLyle
Oh, men's room is on the left, sir.
Cabrón! I need to see your boss.
LLyle
Okay, well, I'm the assistant manager, the manager's actually not here today.
Not the manager, the boss.
LLyle
You mean Mr. Fring?
LLyle
Okay, well, he's not here at the moment. Uh, I'm sure I can help you with whatever you need.
LLyle
Well, like I said, he's not here, uh... and I don't know when he'll be back. I can—I can take a message.
[Gus confronts Hector, who is sitting behind Gus's desk in his back office at Los Pollos Hermanos.]
[Hector rests his feet on Gus's desk]
Don Hector, mine is a cartel business. But it is mine. And it is legitimate. My employees are civilians. Your actions here today have endangered them, my interests, and those of the cartel.
I am the cartel. And from now on, you are my mule. You are going to bring my product north.
[Hector notices what looks like dog feces stuck at the bottom of his shoe.]
[Hector takes a pen and picks the feces off on Gus's desk.]
I understand that your supply line has been compromised, and this is most unfortunate. However, my trucks are already at maximum capacity.
[focused on his shoe] Make room.
Don Hector, you must understand that I answer to Juan Bolsa.
[still focused on his shoe] You want to cry to Bolsa, cry to Bolsa. Or hell, Eladio.
Adding more product will threaten the reliability of the entire operation. May I ask, did Don Eladio approve this?
[looks to Gus] I approve this. [rises from his seat and approaches Gus] You are doing it.
[Hector leaves the office.]
Excuse me, everyone. Could you all please take a moment and join me out here? Please, come. Come, come, come.
[Gus's employees gather around him]
I would, uh... I would like to apologize to each and every one of you, who yesterday had to endure the behavior of those men. It was unacceptable. Despite the difficult circumstances, you all acquitted yourselves impeccably. That said, if any of you wish to seek counseling due to lingering trauma, speak with me privately and it will be arranged. Also, you will all be receiving twenty-four hours of overtime, as I am sure, in one way or another, each of you brought this incident home with you. [sees one of his employees raise their hand] Yes, Lyle?
LLyle
Mr. Fring, uh... Who were those guys?
Well, some of you know that many years ago I opened my first Los Pollos Hermanos in Michoacán. Shortly thereafter, those same men showed up. They wanted money. And I—I...I'm ashamed to say that I paid them. You see, in that place, at that time, if I wished to conduct my business, I had no choice. But yesterday... Yesterday, they came here. Here. They intimidated my customers. They threatened my employees. And, again, they wanted money. Now my friends, I-I must confess that I almost gave them what they wanted. But then, I thought, "No. No. This is America." Here, the righteous have no reason to fear. Here, those men have no power. And when they saw that I had no fear of them, they ran like the cowards they are, back across the border. They will not return. We will move on from this. My friends, I promise you that together, we will prosper.
[Gus's employees applaud]
You sent back the payment we agreed upon.
What I did, I didn't do for you.
The man. The one killed for helping the truck driver. If I may make an observation, perhaps you were trying to correct something which cannot be corrected.
It's not the kind of thing I want to take money for.
But the fact remains that your actions benefited me more than you can know.
That's your business. I'm just glad to have Salamanca out of my head.
Well, perhaps in the future, you will consider working for me.
[pause] Could be. That'd depend on the work.
[Gus nods and turns toward his car, then turns back around]
Would you care to know why I stopped you from killing Hector?
Like you said, it wasn't in your interest.
A bullet to the head would have been far too humane.
KHKyra Hay
The confession you've written is adequate, but, frankly, I-I sense a lack of remorse. And I, for one, would like to hear an apology. Charles deserves at least that much.
KKyra
Yes, Mr. McGill, now.
Okay. [clears throat] I was wrong.
KKyra
Mr. McGill, could you at least look your brother in the eye?
Chuck, I'm very sorry. I lost my temper, and I did some things—so many things—that I regret. I shouldn't have broken down your door. Doesn't matter how I was provoked. I—I shouldn't have done that. There's no excuse for that. Or for the things that I said. I regret it all, all of it more than you can imagine, because you're my brother, and no one should treat his own brother like that. Not ever.
[After the PPD meeting, Jimmy leaves while Kim stays behind to confront Chuck and Howard]
I’m putting you both on notice regarding the bar hearing. First thing, I’m filing a motion to suppress that tape.
The tape that Jimmy destroyed, you mean.
How about we stop with the games. There’s no way there isn’t a duplicate.
Of course there is. You knew Jimmy was gonna break in–you wanted him to. There’s no way you were gonna let him destroy the only copy of that tape, so you made a duplicate. It’s the first thing you did.
Kim, this is not how we do discovery.
Actually, Jimmy destroyed the duplicate. [Howard is about to say something] Oh, it’s fine, Howard. [to Kim] The original is under lock and key, and in due time it will be put into evidence for your review. So, of course, file whatever motions you’d like. It’s your privilege.
But Kim, you should be aware–because I think this will be your first disciplinary hearing–the Bar Association standard of proof is far more lenient than what you’re used to. Motions aside, that tape will be played.
Chuck. [takes Chuck by the arm] See you, Kim.
[Chuck and Howard leave. Kim meets Jimmy by the elevators.]
Well? [walks in step with Kim] What?
