[During Jimmy’s visit, Lalo laughs at a newspaper headline about the fire that destroyed Los Pollos Hermanos]
Okay, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna take 25 south to Las Cruces, then you're gonna pick up 10 west from there. Hey, write this down, man! Es complicado!
Alright, 10 west at Las Cruces.
Little past Deming, there’s a state road—it’s 146. Uh... Follow the signs to Antelope Wells until mile marker 223. Turn off at the dirt road, and take thirty miles south.
Thirty miles down a dirt road?
Fewer eyes out in the desert, you know? Actually it’s 31.6. So, make sure that you use the little, uh, trip meter thing on the odometer or whatever. Anyway, once you get there, you’re gonna see a well. It’s really old, broken down.
What does this well look like?
It looks like a well. It’s the only one out there.
C—Can you see it from the road?
You’ll see it, don’t worry about it! My cousins are gonna meet you there with the money. 9 A.M. You’ll like them, they’re good boys!
[sighs] I’ll bet. Um… Hey, I have an idea. Why not have these cousins of yours bring the money all the way here? Cut out the middle man.
Yeah, see the thing is… This whole thing has to be very low profile. There are people, let’s say competitors of mine—people who want to keep me in here—and so, my cousins come into town. Those people will notice.
What about Nacho Varga? Would your competitors notice him? He seems like he’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders.
Ignacio? Yeah, sure. I mean… He’s good for a lot of things. But with seven million? A guy like that could get real dumb real fast, you know? Hey, you’re the right guy for this. You’re nobody! I mean, no offense, but nobody’s gonna look twice at you!
Hey, look. Maybe this isn’t your thing, you know? I mean, that’s okay, I get it. Y—You did good in court. We’ll leave it at that.
Oh, thanks. I appreciate that.
Don’t worry about it. I’ll find somebody else.
Yeah, so… I guess we’re done here?
Alright. Uh… I’m gonna shred these. And if there’s anything else you need, any legal services…
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got your number.
[Jimmy stops himself as he walks to the door]
To bring back seven mil? And I’m the best guy to do it? That’s actually less than two percent commission. I think it’s right.
So, 100K for a little drive through the desert, huh?
I have some business news.
[pause] You're a friend of the cartel? Is that it?
Some evidence fell into my lap. I was kinda obligated to use it, you know, for my client.
When you said you couldn't do it, I knew you'd find a way.
There's a...complication. Remember that time you had a PD case with the kid whose parents kicked him out because he got caught with a joint?
And you had to drive all the way out to the uncle's house–I think it was in Moriarty–to pick up the bail? Well...
Wait. So, you're saying you're gonna pick up Salamanca's bail?
Yeah. Only it's a little further than Moriarty and a little bit more money.
You're going to pick up seven million dollars of cartel money?
I know what you're thinking, but it's safe. Completely. I'm just a quick drive down by the border...
Jimmy, you are an attorney, not a bagman! There's no amount of money that is worth this! Can't his people do it?!
He trusts me. I'm his attorney, that's it. You're making a bigger deal out of this than you need to.
I will pick it up in the morning, I will be done, and I'll be home before you will!
Okay. Then I'm going with you.
They're only expecting me. You know, one guy. I mean, that's kinda the whole point, you know? Security through obscurity.
Jimmy, this is insane! I don't even–
No, listen! It's just little old me and my little old Suzuki Esteem. And there has never been more than fifty bucks in an Esteem in the history of Esteems, so no one's gonna look at me twice.
You sound like you're talking yourself into this.
I will be okay. [pause] I swear. If I smell even the faintest whiff of anything wrong, I'll be outta there like a shot.
[pause] I don't like this. I don't want you to do it!
[beat; hugs Kim] Kim, I swear, okay? I'll be fine.
[Mike and Jimmy decide to camp out in the desert as they try to evade the cartel gunman who escaped during the shootout]
I should have been home hours ago. This’ll be tearing her up.
Oh, she’s just gonna think you’re out catting around.
No, she won’t. She’s gonna think I’m chopped to pieces, dead in some ditch.
And why is she gonna think that? You saying she knows what you’re doing?
Not, you know… the details. Just… She knows I’m picking up money down by the border. That’s all.
You told your girlfriend what you’re doing.
[sarcastically] Congratulations. And what’s your wife gonna do with this information, do you think? Call the cops?
No? People get scared, they call the cops. Pretty standard.
No, she’s not calling any cops.
Then what? Girls at the book club, gonna call her boss, tell him about her missing husband?
She’s not doing any of that, okay? She knows better. She’s just gonna be… scared out of her mind is all.
Huh. Really? Let’s hope you’re right. [scoffs] She knows. She’s in the game now.
What?! No, she’s not in the game! Alright? She’s not even game adjacent. I just told her the truth—a little slice of the truth. That’s all.
[sighs; long pause] Well, can’t make a fire. Our guy may still be out there. [takes out a space blanket from his bag] I got two of these. You want one?
[Kim visits Lalo in jail to find out Jimmy's whereabouts]
I know I misrepresented myself as a member of your legal team. I apologize for that. I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't absolutely have to be. [pause] I know who you are–who you actually are. We have something in common. You want to know where your money is, I want to find Saul Goodman. If you tell me where you sent him, I won't alert the authorities, I won't tell anyone. I will find him, and you will get your money. [long pause] Mr. Salamanca...
Who the hell are you that he tells you my business?
He didn't betray your confidence. We're married, which means I have spousal privilege. Anything he says to me stays with me. No one can make me discuss it. It's as bulletproof as lawyer-client privilege.
Una güera. Bien por el. So, you're his wife, and you... love him, and he didn't come home last night. And you got scared enough to come down here and talk to me. [laughs] What makes you think he didn't run off with my money, huh?
He did not run off with your money.
Yeah, maybe not. Not without you.
Just tell me where you sent him. That's all I need.
I don't think so. Your man, he's... He's like la cucaracha, you know? Born survivor. If trouble found him, give it a day. If he's alive, he'll show.
Well, then, a day's not gonna make a difference, is it? Alright, well... Nice to meet you, Mrs. Goodman.
That's it, I'm done. DONE! DONE!
Why?! I'm quiet, I'm loud, I'm gonna die in this dirt one way or the other! Let's get it over with!
No! I'm not going. I'm done. Everything hurts! God, I'm so thirsty!
What's the point? So they can find a corpse with a mouth full of piss?!
That's not going to happen. Now, get up. Come on.
[tries to lift himself up] Oh God! I don't know how. How the hell are you still going?
Because I know why I'm out here. That's how. I know what it's for. I can't drag that money out of here by myself. So, you... You get up, and you get up now.
What it's for. What... is it for?
I have people. I have people waiting for me. They don't know what I do. They never will. They're protected, but I do what I do so they can have a better life. And if I live or if I die, it really doesn't make a difference to me as long as they have what they need. So that when it's my time to go, I will go knowing I did everything I could for them. You ask me how I keep going? That's how.
