[Cliff informs Howard about witnessing Jimmy throw Wendy out of Howard's car]
I threw a woman out of my car? In the middle of the street? And I—zip. I just drive right past you? I... That's what you're saying? [stutters] I–I don't even... I don't know how to respond to that.
I'm not asking you to respond. I just need you to know that I know.
It wasn't me, Cliff! Whoever you think you saw–
Yeah, sorry, but that's the kind of thing my son used to say. It was your Jaguar, your "Namaste" plate. It was you! Howard, there's no harm in asking for help. You got a lot of people in your corner.
So there's the–the baggie at the country club.
After that, some clients who you can't name because of privilege make insinuations. Then on Thursday, you have a business meeting, and you witness a Jaguar speeding past. [beat] Who were you meeting with?
Not sure why that's germane, but... Kim Wexler. She came to me for career advice.
[Howard's face becomes awash with realization]
Mmm. Alright. [pause] Okay. [takes out his cell phone] Of course. [scoffs] Of course. Cliff, I know this wasn't easy for you. You came to me as a friend. I appreciate it.
You can start today, Howard.
Oh, I will. Because you're right. I do have a problem, just not the problem you think. I have a Jimmy McGill problem.
You'll have to excuse me.
[to his secretary on the phone] Julie. Cancel my week. Yes, my whole week.
[Howard climbs into his Jaguar and drives away]
[Jimmy has brought Francesca back to work as his administrative assistant. There is a long line of potential clients standing outside as Jimmy lets her in. One of those clients taps impatiently on the glass to her bewilderment.]
Whoa! Hold up! Justice will be served in four and a half minutes. 9:00 a.m. sharp. I look forward to sitting down with each and every one of you. [to Francesca, after locking the door] Morning rush. [points at picnic table] That’s your station. Temporarily, of course, but… check it out. Center stage. [pause; notices Francesca staring at the toilet with disgust] What? That–it’s garbaggio. On its way to the dumpster. I know that this place needs a little TLC, but this is just day one. Two weeks from now, you won’t recognize it.
Uh, you mean my wife. [Francesca looks surprised] That’s right. I made an honest woman out of her. She’s blazing her own trail, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Me. Just me, for now. But hey, look at it this way. [pulls out chair] Half the work.
What happened to the old folks, the… elder law?
I–I expanded the mission to be more inclusive. Here at Saul Goodman & Associates, we welcome all ages, all creations, all stripes.
And who is this Saul Goodman? You?
You got it! What Colonel Sanders is to chicken, Saul Goodman is to the law.
Because I trust you. And what happened last time, I–I wanna make it up to you.
[Francesca gets startled by another potential client banging on the window]
I will explain at the end of the day! Please!
You’re just in desperate need of a warm body. [walks toward the door] Good luck.
Back to the MVD. I took half a personal day for this.
What if I double your salary?
My salary at the MVD, or what you were paying me before?
Whatever was less. [Francesca scoffs and starts to leave again] No! Whatever is more! More is the word I’m looking for! Did I mention [takes out his wallet and holds out some cash] …the signing bonus?
[pause] I get a say in the decorating. [takes cash from Jimmy]
[Jimmy walks into a boxing club and sees Howard, who pretended to be a potential client named "Mr. Ward"]
Mr. Ward, I presume. As in... "H.O. Ward". That is really cute, Howard. So, wait. That means that you're the guy who shanked some dude in a rumble near Central Pen. [sighs] That's–That's very street of you.
I thought it sounded like a Saul Goodman kind of case.
...Alright, so what are we doing here?
I'm tired, Jimmy. You and me, us. I'm tired of this. Aren't you? It's exhausting. [points at boxing ring behind him] Let's punch it out.
[chuckles] Are you kidding?
Dead serious. Hoping you might get it out of your system. Do I think it'll work? [shrugs] I don't know. Call it a Hail Mary. I have the gear, I rented the ring. It's just you and me... [points at the man standing behind Jimmy] and Macky to ref.
[pause] I am sorry, but have you lost your mind?
Actually, I'm as clear-headed as I've ever been in my life. You didn't even try to hide your tracks. The baggie of drugs at the country club, the clients you sent to discredit me, another prostitute.
Okay, once again as usual, I–
Please. I could go on. All roads lead back to you. It's Psych 101. You want to get caught.
So what? Is this like pistols at dawn?
I'm trying to give you what you want.
What I want? I don't... I think this is what you want. You wanna beat the shit out of me? Legally?
I think you can hold up your end. You must've gotten into a few good scrapes in your old neighborhood.
Yeah, right. I could've been a contender.
Indulge me. Let's see what we see.
[pause; smiles] Thanks for the laughs. [chuckles] "Mr. Ward."
[Jimmy laughs and starts to walk out, but stops. He and Howard are seen suited up with boxing gloves as they begin their fight. They both land a few punches on each other, but Howard eventually knocks Jimmy down.]
[to Jimmy] You've mistaken my kindness for weakness. I like to think that tonight made a difference. I like to think that this ends it. [pause; shakes his head] Probably not.
[Lalo has travelled to Germany using an alias, and meets Margarethe, Werner's widow, at a bar]
MMargarethe
I knew his work was dangerous. I never imagined such a thing, but... I suppose I try not to.
That is terrible. What kind of accident was it?
MMargarethe
He was able to save his men. He got them out, but then... the structure collapsed.
So your husband was a hero.
MMargarethe
[smiles] He would never accept that. My Werner was too humble.
...And what were they building there?
MMargarethe
My husband didn't talk much about his work. It was very secretive.
Oh... I'm sure he must have told you something.
MMargarethe
The lawyers came to my house. I asked questions, they wouldn't say much.
[shakes his head] Lawyers.
MMargarethe
They went through Werner's things. Took anything that they called, uh... Oh, how do you say it? [pause] Proprietary? I'm sorry, my English is—
MMargarethe
I didn't care about it. All the boxes of folders, his papers. Why do I need all that stuff?
And what about your husband's men? I mean, they must have said something to you.
MMargarethe
Werner loved deine jungs–his boys–but I never even met them.
What do you mean? Not even at the funeral?
MMargarethe
You'd think they would want to pay respect to the man who saved their lives. They sent flowers, keepsakes, and so on... but not one of them showed his face.
Wow. That is... [sighs] It's just not right.
MMargarethe
[pause] Let’s speak of something else. Tell me about New Mexico.
