[Nacho calls his father from an auto shop while on the run]
A-to-Z Fine Upholstery. Hello?
[sighs] Hola, hijo. [in Spanish] How are you?
[in Spanish] Good, good. Um... just wanted to hear your voice.
Nacho, where are you? You sound strange.
[pause] It's not important.... I was just checking in, that's all.
Okay. Mijo, I have lots of work to do. We've been through this, so many times. You know what you have to do... go to the police.
Yes, Papa. I understand... I hear you.
[pause] What else is there to say? Hmm? Goodbye, hijo.
[choked up] Goodbye, Papa.
[Nacho calls Mike at an auto repair shop in Mexico while on the run from the Cousins]
You knew. You knew that I was going to Mexico to die, that I was never supposed to make it out of that motel. And you let it happen.
Is that bastard with you? Put him on.
Hmm. [to Gus] He wants to talk to you.
[takes cell phone from Mike; to Nacho] Yes.
You are screwed. [pause] You want the cartel to blame me for Lalo. But if they catch me, and make me talk? Ooh... That is not good for you, is it? Even if I disappear, everyone's gonna smell your stink all over it. The only way that this works for you is with me dead. [beat] Alright. Whatever bullshit way you want the story to go, I will make it go. But... I need one thing.
My dad. I need to know that he will be safe.
If you are true to your word, there will be no reason for anyone to harm your father.
You are not the one that I need to hear it from.
[Gus puts the phone on speaker so Mike can speak to Nacho]
Your dad's gonna be okay.
Because anyone who goes after him is gonna have to come through me.
[Jimmy and Huell sit in a car. Jimmy pays Huell for duplicating the keys to Howard's Jaguar.]
You're a lawyer. You make good money, right?
Good days and bad, but yeah.
Legit money, on the level.
Your wife's a lawyer. A legit lawyer.
Oh, I got you. I–I know from the outside that this looks like just another scam, but you're not seeing the bigger picture. Couple months from now, there are people whose lives are gonna be way better. Because of this. We're making a real difference. Trust me. We're doing the Lord's work here.
I have news, Jimmy. Lalo is dead.
[exhales deeply] Holy shit.
The DA's office put it together that Lalo was calling himself De Guzman. They are pretty upset they let him go.
Ericsen seems to think that if Lalo lied to you and you didn't know about the pseudonym, that you could break confidentiality. She wants you to talk. She says it's right.
Well, what do you think we should do?
You... should do whatever you want, Jimmy. They don't have anything on you. It's just a fishing expedition to see if you bite.
[pause] You think I should do it?
Well... [sighs] I guess it's basically... Do you want to be a friend of the cartel or... do you want to be a rat?
[Nacho is driven to a remote location in the desert with Gus, Tyrus and Victor. There they meet Juan Bolsa, Hector Salamanca, and the Cousins. Juan kneels next to Nacho.]
Today, you are going to die. But there are good deaths, and there are bad deaths. Tell me what I need to know, I'll see that your death is a good one. Who put you up to this?
[Nacho glances at Gus, as if he's about to turn on him]
One last chance. Who? [long pause; scoffs and gets up to leave]
It was Alvarez. Los Odios, out of Peru. They paid me to set up your nephew. And I did.
[Hector furiously rings his bell and attempts to point to Gus, who he knows is the real culprit]
Alvarez, we know. Los Odios, we know. Was anyone else involved?
[scoffs; nods to Gus] Him? You think the chicken man? Heh. What a joke. Alvarez has been paying me for years. Years. [to the Salamancas] But you know what? I would have done it for free. Because I hate every last one of you psycho sacks of shit. I opened Lalo's gate, and I would do it again. And I'm glad what they did to him. He's a soulless pig, and I wished I'd killed him with my own hands. And you know what else, Hector? I put you in that chair. Oh, yeah. Your heart meds? I switched them for sugar pills. You were dead and buried, and I had to watch this asshole... [gestures to Gus] ...bring you back. So when you are sitting in your shitty nursing home and you're sucking down on your Jell-O night after night for the rest of your life, you think of me, you twisted fuck.
[Nacho cuts himself free with a shard of broken glass, stabs Juan in the leg, grabs Juan’s gun and shoots himself in the head. Hector angrily fires shots at Nacho’s corpse while Gus and Mike leave the scene with their crew in stunned silence.]
