[Nacho sees Mike during his meeting with Gus, but pretends to not recognize him]
You're Michael? The gringo Lalo had a bug up his ass about? If Hector or the Cousins ever find out about this...
They're not gonna find out.
Lalo's using his CI connection. He's having Domingo call the DEA to rat out your dealers - times they're slinging, locations. Your guys are gonna get swept up.
[to Victor] Promote low-level dealers, or find new ones. Let them get arrested. Protect our people.
He talks about a lot of things. Um... Hitting your supply trucks, going after your restaurants, getting your customers sick... Cutting off power, busting open pipes. He's gonna chip away at your business until the bosses down south don't think you're worth the trouble.
[pause; looks at Mike, who nods] From now on, you report to this man. He needs you, you do not hesitate. Act.
[Later, after Gus and Victor leave, Mike is about to get in his car before he notices Nacho walking up to him]
I'm guessing there's something you wanna get off your chest.
[pause] You know who you're working for, right? The shit that this guy does... They shot me. Left me bleeding out in the desert, all... part of some plan.
I don't know what to tell you. I warned you.
I warned you, when you started going after Hector Salamanca, there'd be others to worry about. You made a choice. You got in with both eyes open.
My father didn't. He's got a gun to my father's head. If I don't do what he says...
Look. First things first, we take care of Lalo. Then, we'll talk.
[As Howard is having lunch with Cliff Main, two prostitutes hired by Jimmy walk up to his table]
I hear S&C are following the playbook?
Erin and the gang already had to jump on redrafting the complaint, but then another box of receipts was suddenly "discovered". What are you hearing from Kylie?
[notices the hookers] ...Uh, can I help you?
H1Hooker #1
Howie. You know.
I, uh...No, I don't know.
H2Hooker #2
Oh, don't try to play us like that, Howie!
Uh, this is--[to Cliff] I don't know them. Ladies, I don't know you. This is some sort of mistake--
H1Hooker #1
Yeah, we made a mistake alright! Joe-Dog ain't happy. You owe us.
H2Hooker #2
You can't take a ride on the Carnival Cruise and only pay for a tugboat, you know what I'm saying?
I can leave if you need--
No, no. Look, I don't know any Joe-Dog or Tugboat, so we can end this right now--
H2Hooker #2
We ain't leaving without our cash money!
I don't know you, and owe no money to you. That's it.
H1Hooker #1
[gasps] Don't touch her!
[The other hooker screams. Cut to Jimmy outside watching the altercation from his car]
"No, Cliff, these are not my hookers, they're somebody else's." "Howard, are you sure they're not your hookers? They seem to be." "No, no, Cliff, my hookers were taller than these." [chuckles] Oh God, I'm good.
[Jimmy presents the commercials for class-action lawsuits against Mesa Verde to the disgust of Kim and her law partners]
EMElderly Man
[in the commercial] My bank took my home over a technicality! And I never missed a single payment! It's not right, it's un-American!
DWDon Wachtell
[in the commercial] Yup!
[in the commercial as Saul Goodman] Hi, I'm Saul Goodman. Have you or a family member been wrongfully evicted from your home by Mesa Verde? Then you may be entitled to a large cash settlement. Call 505-503-4455 today!
None of that is true! It's defamation!
That's my father you're making a fool of!
Jimmy, turn it off! You know you can't do this!
[as another commercial starts] Shh, this is a good one.
DGDrama Girl
[in the commercial] I went into my bank to withdraw cash for groceries, and I came out with a rash. I–I can't stop itchin', it's everywhere!
DDon
[in the commercial] Yup!
[in the commercial as Saul Goodman] Hi, I'm Saul Goodman. Did you or a family member visit a Mesa Verde branch and come into contact with black mold? Then you may be entitled to a large cash settlement.
There's no way in hell you can legally run these!
Hmm, maybe. But, you know, we'll fight it out after they run in New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Texas...
No. No, we will stop it before it ever gets that far.
Some might call that prior restraint. You know what? You could stop us. Some news outlet will pick it up, they'll run for free.
EWElderly Woman
[in the commercial] ...went into my bank to open my safety deposit box, and Mr. [bleep] was standing there with his pants down! Bare genitals!
DDon
[in the commercial] Yup!
My dad never ever did anything like that!
None of this is true. This is all fantasy!
It doesn't matter. This trash airs, our reputation is in the toilet!
Stop! Stop it! That's enough of this horseshit! Jesus!
There's lots more. You know, I can leave you this one because I got plenty of copies.
What do you hope to gain with all of this?! We agreed to Acker's ridiculous demands, and you... don't run this garbage?!
It's illegal to do that. No lawyer can play one case off another. [to Jimmy] It is unethical and it is blackmail!
She's right. One has absolutely nothing to do with the other. [turns lights on] Which leads me to my next topic. [opens photo book] This is...Olivia Bitsui. She is a photographer; in fact, she took this self-portrait. It's really lovely. [turns page to show a man on a horse] Here's another picture she took fifty-four years ago.
Kevin, I am strongly advising you...
...my dad bought it fair and square! I have a copy of it hanging in my office at home!
I think we all just heard Mr. Wachtell admit that he owns a copy of Olivia Bitsui's photo. A photo that looks remarkably like the official Mesa Verde logo!
You own a copy of the photo, you don't own the rights to it! That's copyright infringement!
You'll never be able to prove that!
Well, you know what? [walks back to the projection on the wall and holds the photo up to a still of the Mesa Verde logo] Wow. Looks like a mirror image there. So, I think I can convince a judge and probably a jury that Mesa Verde misappropriated Ms. Bitsui's intellectual property. [to Kevin] It's not your fault, sins of the father. But... we filed an injunction, so you're gonna have to take down all your horsey logos or throw a big tarp over them til we can get this thing settled. Shouldn't take more than... I don't know, a couple of years? We'll be seeing a lot of each other. Til next time.
[Jimmy whistles as he walks out of the conference room]
Hey, how'd it go? [pause] It was pretty perfect, right?
[Kim says nothing as she takes off her jacket]
[beat] Kim. Kim, look, apologies. Alright? I–I'm sorry... for sandbagging you with the old switcheroo. I... I should've warned you. But you know what? You being angry at me–that worked. You were concerned that Rich was suspicious. Did he say anything?
Great! See? That anger–real anger–it worked like a protective immunity shield, you know? I mean... Hey, emotion like that, you can't fake it.
Yeah, right? So, what did Kevin say?
Uh... He said he was tired of lawyers...
Wait, do the voice. You gotta do the voice.
[pause] Kevin is sick of lawyers, wants to be down with all of it. We explained that your agreement is non-binding, but he doesn't care. He's sticking with the handshake.
Boom! There you go! That's a plan cooked and served to juicy perfection. We should celebrate. Really! [Kim walks past Jimmy] We'll go to a steakhouse, get a couple bottles of red wine, some tiramisu. The whole nine yards! [pause] Okay, Kim. Look, I said I was sorry. And again, it worked! No way that Rich or Paige could believe that we were in cahoots, 'cause guess what? We worked! Acker gets to keep his home plus a nice chunk of change, Olivia Bitsui gets reparations for being cheated, and Kevin still gets his call center. Everybody wins!
Uh... yeah. But, I mean... Well, we win. Us.
What didn't you get that you wanted?
You played me! You made me the sucker! Again!
Again? What... Wait, how could you be the sucker? It was your plan.
Oh, fuck you, Jimmy! God! I...I–You know what? I can't do this anymore.
No! You turned you and me versus the bank into you versus me! And it is not just this. It's the same thing over and over again!
No, I kept things from you to protect you! Look, if I got caught, and... God forbid you're questioned under oath, you have plausible deniability!
Jesus, Jimmy! You can excuse stabbing me in the back by making it about protecting me?! Is that... Is that really supposed to justify everything?!
Okay, Kim. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, alright? It–It'll never happen again.
I swear. I swear, it won't!
Look me in the eye, and tell me it'll never happen again. [pause] You can't. I don't believe you. You don't believe yourself. It is a lie! You lie! I lie! This... has to end! I–I cannot keep living like this!
Jimmy! You know this has to change! If you don't see it, I don't know what to say because we are at a breaking point!
Either we end this now, or...
Either we end this now, and enjoy the time we had, and go our separate ways, or...
Or we're... We're... I mean... Or maybe... [beat] Maybe we get married?
