Kristy! Miss Esposito, hold up. Hey, Jimmy McGill, hi. We met inside.
Hi. You didn't get it. You were never going to get it. They— they dangle these things in front of you, they tell ya you got a chance, but... I'm sorry, it's a lie, because they had already made up their minds, and they knew what they were gonna do before you walked in the door. You made a mistake, and... they are never forgetting it. As far as they're concerned, your mistake is just—it's who you are, and it's all you are. And I'm not just talking about the scholarship here, I'm talking about everything; I mean they'll smile at you, they'll pat you on the head but they are never, ever letting you in. But listen, listen—it doesn't matter. It doesn't, because you don't need them. I mean, they're not going to give it to you? So what? You're gonna take it. You're going to do whatever it takes, do you hear me? You are not going to play by the rules. You're gonna go your own way, you're going to do what they won't do, you're gonna be smart, you are gonna cut corners... and you are gonna win. They're on the 35th floor? You're gonna be on the 50th floor. You're gonna be looking down on 'em, and the higher you rise, the more they're gonna hate you. Good. Good. You rub their noses in it. You make them suffer. Because you don't matter all that much to them... so what? So what?! Screw them! Remember, the winner takes it all.
KKristy
...I've gotta go get my bus.
L-Look, you understand what I'm trying to tell you, right?
KKristy
[pause] Yes. I think I do.
Alright. Alright, go get 'em.
[Mike calls Gus after picking up Werner]
Out by an old raceway off 55, about eight miles north of San Ysidro.
Place called Dulce Vega Hot Springs up in Jemez. It's gotta be where his wife is headed. [pause] Something else.
When I found him, he was on the phone with an interested party pretending to be one of your guys.
...What did he tell them?
Yes... you have any idea who it was?
Alright, I'll bring him in now.
No. Keep him there. Wait.
[pause] I'd go another way.
[pause] Let it be a mistake!
This discussion serves no purpose. Wait where you are.
[Mike looks at Werner]
[Gus hangs up. Mike takes a deep breath]
[Mike has taken Werner to the outskirts of Albuquerque to await Werner's execution under Gus' orders, but has volunteered to kill Werner himself]
I want to know your end game. What'd you think was going to happen?
I thought that I would come back, and my friend, Michael, would be very, very angry... but, in time, he would understand and forgive.
Oh, Michael, look, I know I've made trouble for you and I'm very sorry for the damage I caused. I will repair what I broke with my own hands, but please. Margarethe w-will land any minute. Soon, she will be at the hotel, please. Take me back there. Let us be together for a little, huh? Let her see me and know that everything is okay. [Mike says nothing; pause] Ah, please, Michael. I go back now, I go back in the morning, what difference can it make?
[wavering] It's not going to happen.
Let me speak to Mr. Fring. I'll explain everything. I will make him understand.
You're not gonna talk to Fring.
Werner, nothing you're going to say or do is going to make anyone trust you again.
[Werner pauses. He looks around and realizes what is going to happen]
I will go home. I will never breathe a word of this. Ever. The money? I'll give all of it back. I will tell no one, I s-swear. It will be as if... none of this ever happened. Please, Michael. You know I will keep silent. You know it. Please!
[pause] Does your wife have a cell phone with her?
I need you to call her now. [checks watch] She landed an hour ago.
And you need to keep it that way. She's being followed!
[Werner finishes a phone call with his wife, sending her back home in an attempt to spare her from Gus]
She was very angry, but yes. She will go home. Michael... if she doesn't hear a word from me, she will ask questions. She will go to the police.
There'll be a story. An accident. Lawyers will visit, German lawyers. All her questions will be answered.
They're going home. They'll be okay, they're trusted.
[pause] Is there no other way truly? [Mike says nothing; beat] There are so many stars visible in New Mexico. I will walk out there... to get a better look.
[As Werner walks away, Mike follows him from a distance. Mike takes his loaded gun, and shoots Werner in the back of the head, killing him]
I was just gonna—I was gonna try to move you all with my brother's eloquent words. You know, pull on your heartstrings. But it's not right. This letter is between me and him, and it should stay that way. Listen, my brother Chuck...you—you knew him. He loved me in his own way. He loved me as a brother. He did not love me as a lawyer. Big reason I became a lawyer was Chuck. He was the most brilliant man I ever knew, and an incredible lawyer, you know? And he knew exactly who he was. Exactly. And all my life, I wanted to make him proud, and he was not an easy man to make proud. You know, like climbing Everest without supplies: If you were one of the lucky few who reached that peak, even for a moment, if you made him proud—Wow, what a feeling. And he let you know it, too. But if you weren't one of those people... He—He was polite enough, but he did not suffer fools, you know? And he could be judgmental and difficult, and he knew how to get under your skin. Hmm... could be a real son of a bitch. Chuck was the one who was always right, always. And usually he was, you know? So for a guy like me—I did lousy in school, I lacked ambition, I always cut corners—I mean, for me to live up to the standards of Charles McGill... I mean, look at me. I'll never be as moral as him, I'll never be as smart, I'll never be as respected. I'll never be as good as Chuck. [sniffs] But I can try. I can try. If you decide I get to be a lawyer, I'll do everything in my power to be worthy of the name McGill. And if you decide I'm not a lawyer... doesn't matter. I'll still try to be the best man that I can be. I'm lucky I got this letter. I never had a chance to write him a letter, and to tell him all the things that I should have. But I gotta believe that somehow... somehow he knows. Well, that's... that'll have to do it for me. Sorry... thank you.
I knew you could do it! I knew you had it in you!
I mean, yes! They–they have to reinstate you now! They just have to!
Uh, yeah! Did you see those suckers? [Kim is stunned] That one asshole was crying, he had actual tears! Jesus, Kim! Listen, I started reading the letter, and I just knew it wasn't... I could tell by their faces it wasn't gonna be enough, right? So I just went off on this flow, you know? I had this energy going through me, it was like improv, or jazz, and then boom! Sunk the hook in! [acts pensive] "I'm so lucky I have this letter." God! I could see the Matrix, you know! I was invincible! I could dodge bullets, baby! And you were right, you were right – it was all about Chuck! The whole time!
CClerk
Oh, Mr. McGill, you're still here. There's some good news.
Believe me, I already know.
CClerk
Oh, good. Then if you want to come with me to the office, there's some paperwork for you to sign.
Absolutely! Let's do this thing! Oh, and sweetheart, I'm gonna need one more form: a DBA. Y'see, I'm not gonna be practicing under the name "McGill", so...
CClerk
Shouldn't be a problem. Just down the hall. We have all the forms.
W-Wait, Jimmy, Jimmy—What?!
[makes finger guns] S'all good, man!
