[In a flash-forward cold open, Saul and Francesca prepare to leave their office for good and start putting money into suitcases]
[to Francesca] Do me a favor. [points at trash bags full of shredded documents] Take those with you, drop them off at least five miles from here in separate dumpsters! [Francesca stares at him] Oh, right. Um... [unzips suitcase and gives Francesca a rolled-up wad of cash; Francesca continues staring] Fine. [reaches into suitcase again and gives her more cash] Okay, when the cops come talk to you–and they will–what are you gonna tell them?
Yeah. [hands Francesca a business card] Tell them Jimmy sent you. Okay, and where are you gonna be November 12th at 3:00 p.m.?
I'll be there, but if it doesn't ring at 3:00 on the dot, I'm gone.
Don't worry, it's gonna ring. Well, I guess... that's it. Quite a ride, huh?
[Saul spreads his arms out for a hug]
[Francesca takes the trash bags with her on her way out and shuts the door. Saul runs to his desk, gets a disposable cell phone out of a drawer, and quickly dials a number.]
I need a new dust filter for my Hoover Max Extract Pressure Pro, model 60. Can you help me with that? Pickup... How hot? Red hot. [pause] I know where that is. I'll be there. [hangs up and breaks apart the phone]
[Jimmy, with the last of his cell phone supply, approaches the leader of a biker gang that scared off the customers he made from his previous sales]
Hey, how's it going? Did you get that ink in Los Lunas?
BBBiker Boss
And you've been inside?
No, I haven't had the honor. But I used to be a lawyer. [two bikers get up and eye Jimmy suspiciously] Emphasis on "used to be!" And I helped a lot of gentlemen such as yourself and your friends here. And one thing I learned from working with my clients in the New Mexico corrections system is that private conversations are few and far between. The man is always listening on those landlines, so... Word to the wise, if you want to talk to your friends on the inside, there is a simple solution.
BBBiker Boss
Yeah? What's that?
[takes phone box out of his hands] This little baby. It's the most compact model on the market. It can be hidden in... any number of places. And, uh, if you buy it from me with cash, it's completely untraceable.
BBBiker Boss
[pause] How much?
[Later, the three teenagers Jimmy met earlier confront him after the bikers leave]
Sorry, guys. You had your chance. I'm all sold out.
Y1Youth #1
Give me your money.
Y2Youth #2
Well, we saw you got cash. Hand it over.
Nice try. Look, Pee-Wee, Scooter, Skippy, it was very good to meet you boys. Good luck with the junior achievement project. I–I gotta go.
[The boys grab Jimmy, beat him up, and steal the money out of his wallet before running away]
[Mike brings a German engineer, Werner Ziegler, to the laundromat as part of his job for Gus. Werner, who has a bag over his head, curses in German as he is transported in the van with Mike.]
I suggest you don't. Hold on. We're almost there.
[They eventually arrive at the laundromat where Gus' meth lab will be built underground. Mike gives Werner, who is still carsick from the ride to Albuquerque, some water.]
Better. [coughs] Pardon. I take the dramamine, but it doesn't help.
[Werner looks at a washing machine on the other side of the room]
[Werner inspects the equipment and takes notes while speaking to himself in German.]
Before I can begin excavation, I must support the existing structure to avoid a cave-in. Normally, this would involve a piling rig, working from above. But there can be no activity visible from the surface, hmm? [Mike says nothing] So I must construct secant walls of CFA piles, working completely underground. Next, I must somehow place I-beams across the top of the secant walls to support the floor and the machinery. Only now can I fully excavate. I will need to move... perhaps 1,700 cubic meters of dirt. That means trucking out about 200 loads. Going this deep, we will surely hit rock, which means... blasting. [sighs] I will need schematics of utility in the area.
Once the space is fully cleared, I can waterproof, then fabricate casts for the retaining walls and pour concrete. We would need, uh... [chuckles] about 150 cubic meters. This is just the beginning. And all this in complete secrecy? [beat; Mike stares at Werner] Judging from the sounds I heard, I assume we are not far from a town. This is also not... optimal. [Mike continues staring at Werner] A project like this... many, many things can go wrong.
[Gus enters the room. Werner exchanges looks with Mike before facing Gus.]
Dangerous, difficult... and very, very expensive. Not quite impossible.
Gustavo Fring. [in German] A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Gus and Werner shake hands]
[Jimmy notices a depressed and exhausted-looking Howard in the courthouse bathroom]
Everything's fine. How are you doing?
I've been better. I'm heading up to the DA's office for my PPD check-in, so you know...
[Howard continues washing his face]
[pause] You sure you're okay?
I'm supposed to be in court in, uh... about twenty-five minutes.
[sighs] Nothing. Just... [chuckles] You ever have insomnia?
Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Don't they have pills for that? [Howard chuckles again] I'm sorry, I gotta ask. What's... What's eating you?
Jimmy... [pause] I think I've shared enough. More than enough. Let's leave it at that.
I get it. You know what, Howard? You do yourself a favor, and you go see someone. Actually, I have the number of a shrink. I got it for a client. And he's supposed to be great. [looks for note Kim gave him earlier] I think... I've got it right here actually.
Uh, thanks. I'm already seeing someone.
[pause] Well... Good seeing you, Howard.
[Howard leaves the bathroom. Jimmy walks into an empty stall, rips up the note with the number, and flushes it down the toilet]
PSPPD Supervisor
Have you thought about what you're gonna do once your PPD is up?
PSPPD Supervisor
Okay. Such as?
Until then, I'll show up here every second Monday of the month like clockwork. I'm gonna keep my job at the cell phone store and in nine months and twenty-four days, I will get my law license back. My partner and I, we'll get a new office. It'll be like it was, but bigger and better. Everything will be better. I'm gonna have more clients, I'm gonna win more cases, I'm gonna be a damn good lawyer. And people are gonna know about it.
PSPPD Supervisor
Okay. So... lawyer.
