[Judge Munsinger asks Kim to meet him in his office after she idles in his court]
MMunsinger
Are you researching something?
MMunsinger
Then you—you're working on your procedure?
MMunsinger
Hmm... uh, so Howard Hamlin's fine with one of his associates just sitting around my court all day, whiling away the billable hours?
Actually, I left HHM. I'm a solo practitioner now.
MMunsinger
No kidding? Field?
MMunsinger
How's business?
Pretty good. I'm outside counsel for Mesa Verde.
MMunsinger
Mesa Verde. [stares at Kim] You know, I heard about a case. I think you might be the right person for it... Interested?
MMunsinger
I can't share all the details just yet, but I can give you broad strokes. There's a young woman—into her early twenties, pregnant with her first child, nearing the end of term—healthy as a horse. She develops a complication. She goes to the hospital for delivery, and there's a mistake with the anesthesia. She aspirates vomitus into her oxygen mask, stops breathing. The baby's delivered fine, but the young mother suffers serious brain damage; she's left comatose on a respirator. The family is, naturally, devastated... and they're broke, so they have no way to pay for the young lady's care. And to make matters worse, the hospital refuses to take responsibility, and they've hired one of the most expensive firms in the state.
This is the plot of The Verdict.
MMunsinger
Yes, of course it is! Because movies are the only places where those once-in-a-lifetime cases exist! You know what I got coming up next? I got a janitor who threw his pee on his boss. The one after that, [checks papers] she stabbed her boyfriend over a grilled cheese sandwich. This is the real world, Ms. Wexler, and you won't find any save-the-broken-lawyer cases in it. Don't think that you are the first to try to rediscover their love of the law by trolling my court—You're not. The best thing you can do is stick to Mesa Verde: Make lots of money, give some to charity. [pause] Having said that, we've got perpetual PD overload. So beware: Next time I see you lurking in my court, I'm gonna put you to work.
MMunsinger
Good luck to you.
[At his grief group, Mike's anger builds as Henry talks about his fake wife]
HHenry
I keep trying to get there, you know, to live in the here and now. I know that's what Judy would have wanted, but it's... hard. This guy at work, I've been avoiding him for the past two weeks, ever since he got back from his vacation to Australia. [pause] She always wanted to go to Sydney, but money was tight. Finally, we were gonna go, for our 25th... and that's when she got her test results.
GLGroup Leader
Mike? You have something you want to add?
You don't wanna hear what I have to say.
GLGroup Leader
Well, we're ready if you are.
Yeah? This guy was never married.
HHenry
...What are you talking about?
GLGroup Leader
Mike, now, you know the rules-
Yeah, I know your rules. He's been coming in here for months, selling you a bill of goods, getting you all misty-eyed and loving every minute of it-
HHenry
That's just not true.
Yeah? Okay, so I'll go to the public library, and I'll get the papers from 1997 and I'll run a search on Judy DeVore, beloved wife of Henry DeVore. Tell me I'll find her obituary. She wanted to go to Australia? Well, last month it was Cuba. Come on, Henry. Let's look at the papers, see if the math works–
She's not there, is she? Go on...say it. You have no shame.
[After a moment, Henry gets up and leaves]
...Well. He came to the right place, didn't he? He knew you wouldn't notice, and you didn't. All wrapped up in your sad little stories, feeding off each other's misery. [beat] You wanted me to talk. I talked.
[Manuel comes home from work to see that someone broke in, sitting in the kitchen. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
Leave now. I don't want you here. Leave. Answer me! I don't want to play games. I told you to get out of my house. You must go, right now!
[Manuel turns on the lights to see Nacho bandaged up]
...My God. Mijo? What have they done to you? [picks up a phone]
Papa. Please. Don't call anyone. I won't be safe if you do.
[Manuel reluctantly hangs up]
I'm okay. Can I rest here a little?
[Jimmy meets up with Ira to collect his share of the Hummel figurine sale]
IIra
Yeah, well... you can buy a truckload. [hands Jimmy some cash] Here you go.
Hey, whoa, whoa. This is more than we talked about.
IIra
Bavarian Boy made quite a splash at the collectibles expo. Bidding war.
Wow, great. But we know you could've kept most of this. I would've never known the difference.
IIra
Yeah, well, you could've left me high and dry. I'm liking this "Hummel" thing. Cash came fast and clean. Got any more where that came from?
We're gonna do this again. I'll find something.
IIra
Sounds good. When you do, call the vet.
IIra
Yeah. New job, new phone. You never know who's listening.
You wanted to see me, here I am.
In order for our arrangement to continue, there is a matter we need to discuss.
Do you have something to tell me? [pause] If you do, you would be well-advised to do so.
Nacho Varga. I wondered when you were gonna get around to this.
You came to me. You asked me for a favor. You looked me in the eye, you shook my hand. And all the while, you knew Varga was moving against my interests.
I said I wouldn't kill Salamanca. I never promised to be his bodyguard. So... what now? [pause; to Victor] You gonna make a move, you better make it. [long pause; to Gus] But they're not gonna, are they? You brought me here because you have an ask. So, why don't you stop running a game on me, and just tell me about the job?
