[Lalo tells Hector about a previous incident with a hotel owner during his and Nacho's visit. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
You know what I was thinking about this morning? The smell of burning leather and horsehair stuffing. Do you remember? Hotel Tulipan? [chuckles] You were so polite to that guy. And he turns his back on you? Makes that big deal to show he's not scared? [shakes his head] He was a professor before he opened that place, remember? He'd always bring that up. The big college professor. [pause] You took your time with him... and his wife listening from the side. That asshole was so proud of his beautiful Spanish, his books, his antiques. But when it burned, it all smelled like shit. I never told you this, but... I went back inside. I went through the flames, the smoke. It was so hot the rubber on my shoes melted a little. Yes, I know it was very stupid, but... I'm sentimental. I wanted a souvenir. I kept it all these years. I brought it. [takes out present] Do you want to see it? [Hector taps his finger on his wheelchair]
[Lalo unwraps the present to reveal... a call bell. He places it on the right arm of Hector's wheelchair]
Brings back memories, yes? Remember that guy hitting this, calling for his bellboy? Ding, ding, ding! [chuckles] And you? Teaching the teacher! There you go, Uncle. Perfect. Give it a try. [Hector rings the bell] Again, Uncle. [Hector rings the bell] That's it. Again. [Hector rings the bell repeatedly while Lalo laughs] That's a Salamanca!
[Both Lalo and Hector look briefly at Nacho, then at each other]
[to Nacho, in English] Hey, why don't you... Why don't you go get some Jell-O?
[Lalo meets with Gus in his office]
Now, what may I do for you, Señor...
Salamanca. Eduardo Salamanca, but you can call me Lalo... and you're Gustavo Fring. I've been an admirer of yours for many years. You have how many of these restaurants?
Seven. And starting from nothing. It's incredible.
I come here on behalf of my entire family, to give you our deepest thanks.
For what? For saving Don Hector's life. I just visited him. You know, seeing a man like that: can't speak, can barely move, I wanted to weep... but it could have been worse. Varga tells me that while everybody else was picking their asses, you rushed to him, struck him in the chest and brought him back.
It was a simple instinct.
But still, with all the history between you two... what you did was a gesture of peace. At least, that's how we see it.
I'm very pleased to hear that.
[pause] And here we are, getting along. [leans in, begins speaking in Spanish] You ever think, maybe Don Eladio is one shrewd bastard? Hm? Maybe he likes the bad blood between us? He sits by his pool, baking in the sun, giving orders...but your trucks move the products, and Salamanca muscle keeps everyone in line.
[also in Spanish] I don't consider that there's bad blood.
[in English] Really? Still, if we were to get along too well... I'm sure Eladio wouldn't like that, would he?
[takes a deep breath] I am satisfied with the current arrangement.
...I'm just shitting you! You would be crazy to go up against Eladio. [stares at Gus] Look, I'm gonna be in town for a while, so uh- y'know, we'll talk some more! We owe you. If you need a favor, I'm your man.
[shakes Lalo's hand] Same, naturally.
Oh, and I'll be back for that chicken, eh? It's too tasty to stay away from.
[Gus frowns when he leaves. Lalo walks to his car with Nacho]
[pause] You say you pick up six keys a week?
He's got a chicken farm way out of town.
[At Jimmy's reinstatement hearing]
LPLead Panelist
Well, Mr. McGill, is there anything you'd like to tell us about the... reasons you were suspended in the first place?
This past year, that's pretty much been the only thing on my mind, and I'm humbled... by the sheer stupidity of my actions. Remorse doesn't begin to cover it. I'm not gonna make excuses, because there's no excuse for what I did, but as I sit here I can assure you: nothing like that will ever happen again. Never.
LPLead Panelist
Well, alright. That would seem to be satisfactory. [a panelist raises her finger] Oh, Meg? You have something?
MMeg
Mr. McGill, what does the law mean to you?
...The law? [pause] Uh, yeah. Okay, um... Listen, growing up? Becoming a lawyer was the last thing on my mind. Even if I wanted to, I didn't have the smarts or the skills or the... "stick-to-it-iveness." But, I happened to get a job with some attorneys, and I couldn't help but think, "maybe I could do that?" Something inside me made me wanna try. Now, listen: My diploma says the University of American Samoa Law School, and that's exactly what it sounds like–that's a correspondence school. I wish it said Georgetown, heh, or Northwestern... but UAS was the only one that would take me. 'Cause let me tell ya, I wasn't a natural. I mean, the classes, the studying, trying to pass the bar—practically killed me. I must have quit ten or twelve times, but I kept coming back to it, and I'm—I'm really glad I did, because when I got to work with actual clients... there was nothing else like it. Our legal system is complicated, and sometimes it could feel capricious, but it's the closest thing to real justice that we've got! And for it to work, it needs vigorous, passionate advocates. Helping my clients, arguing on their behalf—that's the best thing I've ever done, and this past year... I've missed the hell out of it.
MMeg
...That was very eloquent. Was there any particular influence... on your views?
...Um. Credit where credit is due... the University of American Samoa! Go Land-Crabs!
