[Jimmy and Marco break into the McGill's abandoned corner store to set up another con during their reunion. Jimmy retrieves a Band-Aid box from the ceiling and empties a pile of rare coins onto the counter]
[picking up a coin] Boom! Indian-head penny! Alright, that's worth about three bucks; we polish it up, run the coin game.
Nice. We get a hundred fifty bucks, easy.
Hundred and fifty? We got a hundred ten for a plain vanilla half-dollar. This-this is actually rare—I mean, you can see it, y'know! Three hundred, easy.
Oh, three hundred. Me likey. Now you're gonna tell me what your coin collection was doing up there.
Uh... [huffs] It's a long story. Let's get out of here.
[They freeze as they hear a police car drive by.]
Alright, now let's hit it.
No, there might be another one.
Alright, then give. What's the deal with the coins?
[chuckles] Well, uh... I was what, 12 or so, and I was working the register. Guy comes in, buys a box of Ivory Flakes and a sixer of Old Style. He pays with a couple bucks and [holds up coin] this. Second I see it, I know what it is: It's a George Washington silver. I tell my dad, "Pop, this quarter is rare, it's worth four bucks." Barely get the words out of my mouth, he hightails it outta here to give it back. He can't find the guy, so he tapes it to the side of the register; he's hoping that this guy will come back, so he can return it! After about a week, he starts talking about giving it to Father Mahoney for the poor box, so I make it disappear. Then after that, every day after school, I'm checking the till. If something catches my eye, I stick it in the box, put it up there for good luck. [clears throat] So much for good luck.
It's a crying shame they lost this place.
They never should have bought it in the first place. My dad didn't have it in him.
...What do you mean? Your folks worked so hard.
Yeah, they worked hard; they worked a lot of hours for a lot of years for nothing.
I dunno, Jimmy. Y'know, a lot of customers, everyone liked him.
Everybody liked him 'cause he was a soft touch. Y'know, every deadbeat in the neighborhood owed him money. You come in here with a sob story, you leave with a pat on the back and a gallon of milk. He could've made it work. He could've sold beer and cigarettes to the kids from Mary Margaret's but... heh, oh no, not him. [sniff] He was never gonna do what he had to do.
CDr. Cruz
Let's talk about the night you first called me. You sounded very distressed.
CDr. Cruz
Using a telephone must've been difficult for you.
I had to walk ten blocks to a payphone. That was extremely uncomfortable - probably almost a nine.
CDr. Cruz
What made it so important to talk to me that night?
...I'd had an incident. A very... public incident, perhaps the worst experience of my life. It was proven to me in public, and beyond the shadow of a doubt, that there was a battery—a fully charged battery—almost next to my skin for the better part of two hours... and I felt nothing.
CDr. Cruz
What does that mean to you?
This condition... to me, it's as real as that chair, it's as real as this house, it's as real as you. But... what if it's not? What if it's all in my head? And if that's true, if it's not real... then what have I done?
[Kim gives Howard a check during his luncheon. He confronts her at the valet]
I think it's pretty self-explanatory. [beat] Look, Howard, you were very generous when I left HHM, but it never sat right with me that you covered my law school loans.
Seemed to sit right at the time!
I appreciate the gift, but now that I'm able to afford it, I wanna pay you back.
Well, you "appreciate the gift."
You know what I'm doing in there? Take a guess. I'm doing damage control, and I'm doing it three meals a day for the past two weeks with every one of our clients! I am busting my ass, trying to repair the reputation of the firm after you and Jimmy dragged it through the mud!
I did everything in my power to defend my client.
Oh, is that what you're calling it?
That's the job, Howard. And by the way, it was all very convenient for you to ignore Chuck's illness when it suited you.
So I take you out of the mailroom, put you through law school, mentor you, and then when you leave and stab me in the back, that's my fault? I'm not cashing this.
[Howard tears up the check. Kim starts getting into her car]
Kim! Your debt is forgiven, but anything else? That's on you.
All Jimmy and I did was show the situation for what it is, and if you are hiding that from your clients? Well, Howard, that's on you.
[Mike visits Los Pollos Hermanos and talks to Gus in his backroom office.]
I've got a problem I think you can help me with. I've got cash I can't spend, about $200,000. If anything happens to me, my family will never see it. Now it seems to me, you opened this place to solve a similar problem.
And you think that solution... could be applied to you?
As a one time arrangement.
It would be unwise for us to be publicly associated, wouldn't you agree?
Because of the Salamancas.
If they were to take notice, there will be consequences for both of us.
I'm thinking a paper transaction.
Even so. Perhaps there is a way: one with a degree more... difficulty, but one I may be able to arrange.
Would twenty percent overcome this difficulty?
I would not take money from your family.
[After a beat, Gus stands up and extends his hand. Mike shakes it.]
