[Dr. Caldera gives Jimmy a psychotropic drug that he and Kim are planning to use on Howard]
What's it gonna feel like?
CDr. Caldera
Depends on how used to caffeine you are. I mean, you're not gonna be tripping balls, but... it's gonna feel like two Red Bulls on an empty stomach.
And how long is it gonna last?
CDr. Caldera
Is the guy roughly your size?
CDr. Caldera
An hour or two.
And if there's a blood test?
CDr. Caldera
This stuff is not showing up on any blood panel they're running in this town. You're gonna do this, this is the way to go. [pulls out digital thermometer; to Jimmy] Here.
Whoa, whoa. Promise me this has been sterilized.
CDr. Caldera
It's brand new, and for you, it goes under the armpit.
CDr. Caldera
[sighs] I cannot wait to be done with all of this.
I hear ya. You know, I read somewhere that vets are even more depressed than lawyers.
CDr. Caldera
[chuckles] Depressed? No, no, no. I love being a vet. [points at a bulletin board covered in pet photos] Look over there. See that? That's what it's all about. Animals are my life. It's this other stuff that's getting to be too much. No offense. Anyway, a guy's gotta know when he's bagged his limit.
What, so you're closing up shop?
CDr. Caldera
Yep. Leaving town. Once I sell my little black book, it's gonna be all animals all the time.
CDr. Caldera
Yeah, the keys to the kingdom. You know, you call me up, you're looking for a someone? [taps the book in his pocket] Keep all my "someones" in here.
CDr. Caldera
[pause; pulls out the black book] Knock yourself out.
[Jimmy opens the book and notices that the names of Caldera's contacts are written in cipher text. Kim pulls out one of the business cards attached to the pages.]
[laughs] Oh... Alright, yeah. I think we, uh–We found the Zodiac Killer.
CDr. Caldera
Well, I'm not keeping my contacts in plain English.
CDr. Caldera
Yeah, yeah, yeah. [takes the black book from Jimmy] Alright. Let's give it another ten. I'll be back.
[Caldera walks out of the examination room]
[scoffs] Did you see how many people he had in that book? [Kim walks over to the pet bulletin board] I mean, he's raking it in, day in, day out. It's passive income. Minimal risk. I can't believe he's walking away from that.
Well... he knows what he wants. [walks back to Jimmy] Anything?
[looks closely at Jimmy's face, then chuckles] Oh, my God.
[Jimmy walks over to a mirror, where he sees that his pupils have dilated]
Holy shit! The Jackson Mercer Foundation, that's like... the good housekeeping seal of approval.
Well, it's not a done deal. Some of the foundation board members are flying in next week to meet the lieutenant governor at a luncheon in Santa Fe, so... they are inviting a select group of people with... Cliff called them, "up-and-coming organizations," and uh... Yeah. Cliff thinks I have a good shot.
A good shot? You have more than a shot! They are gonna love you on sight!
The only thing is the lunch is on D-Day.
So, what? That's–You don't have to be there on the day! Was Eisenhower on Omaha Beach? No. Kim, this is great, right? It's huge!
...It is pretty great! [laughs]
Kim, this is fantastic! [kisses Kim]
[Casper, one of Werner's former workers, spots Lalo approaching his home while chopping wood]
CCasper
Guten tag. [in German] This is private property. Who are you looking for? Are you lost?
[in English] Yeah, sorry. I don't speak any German!
CCasper
[in English] Are you lost?
It's a beautiful place you have here. The air, it's just so... fresh!
CCasper
...Do I know you?
Well, I don't think we've officially met-
[Casper grabs his axe and runs inside a nearby wooden shed while Lalo draws his gun. Lalo searches when he's suddenly dropped by a blow from Casper.]
CCasper
Who are you?! Who are you?!
[strained] Ed–Eduardo... Salamanca! I'm not here for you... This is about Fring. Guh– I want to know... I want to know what he's building.
CCasper
How did you find me?
Ma–Marga... Margarethe Ziegler.
CCasper
What have you done to her?!
Nothing, nothing. You sent her a gi–a gift. [pulls out a business card and shows it to Casper]
[Lalo's hidden a razor blade behind the card. He springs up and cuts Casper's face, then grabs his axe and cuts his foot off.]
[cheerfully] Carajo! I think you broke one of my ribs! [tosses Casper his belt] Here. Tie that off... before you bleed to death. You and I are gonna have a talk.
[Jimmy has Francesca call HHM and pose as a relative of a Sandpiper resident to get details about the upcoming mediation]
I just... I don't know if I'm comfortable. Is this even legal?
I'm sorry, which one of us went to law school? Because I can stand here and go through the ins and outs of what's quote-unquote legal with you, but we're on the clock.
Francesca, let's get something straight, okay? We can't be holding a graduate seminar in constitutional law every time I give you something to do.
You know what I'm paying you? It is above market. To whom much is given, much is expected! [takes out cell phone and starts dialing a number]
We're not gonna make a habit of this?
Of course not! Absolutely not. No, no, no. [gives phone to Francesca] Put it on speaker and let me... [moves closer]
HEHHM Employee #1
Hamlin Hamlin McGill.
Hi... there. I'm calling because my—my mother is... is–Well, I guess she's a—m–a client of yours. She lives in, uh, Sandpiper Assisted Living.
HEHHM Employee #1
Sandpiper, of course. Let me transfer you.
[to Francesca while she's on hold] It's just a phone call.
HEHHM Employee #2
Good afternoon. Do you have a question about the Sandpiper case?
[waits for Jimmy to nod] Yes. My mother's out of the facility in Amarillo. Says she's supposed to call in to some meeting on Thursday?
HEHHM Employee #2
Yes, you're talking about the mediation?
That's it. The thing is, she's lost her dial-in instructions. [sighs nervously] I'm just looking everywhere and can't find them.
HEHHM Employee #2
I'd be happy to help you with that. It's very important to us that all the class members are fully looked in. What's your mother's name?
[tells name mouthed by Jimmy] Uh, Marnie Stuber. [watches Jimmy form the letters as she spells aloud] That's–That's S-T-U-B-E-R. [sighs nervously again when Jimmy forces her to smile] Oh, bless your heart. She'll be so relieved!
HEHHM Employee #2
Okay, it's very simple. The meeting is happening at our offices. So she just has to call the main line—the same number you called just now—press 7, and then enter the passcode. I can give that to you now. Do you have a pen?
Uh... [Jimmy quickly takes out a pen] Y–Yeah, I'm ready.
HEHHM Employee #2
Okay. It's 8-4-2-1-5-9. [Jimmy writes the numbers on his hand]
HEHHM Employee #2
That's right.
Okay! Uh, thank you so much. Really appreciate it.
HEHHM Employee #2
Of course, take care.
[hangs up immediately] Was that so hard?
[Jimmy sees the real Rand Casimiro at a liquor store wearing a cast that was not shown in the fake photos he shot earlier. He bolts out of there and gets in his car before being seen by the judge.]
[Jimmy bangs on the steering wheel and chuckles nervously while dialing Kim on his cell phone. Cut to Kim driving on the highway to Santa Fe.]
"Ultimately, it's about equal justice, a system that works for everyone. A justice system that works for everyone, and what is more important than that?" [hears phone ringing and answers it] Hey, Jimmy.
Flag on the play! You're not gonna believe this, but I just ran into Casimiro—the real one.
Yeah, and before you ask, he didn't shave his mustache. He broke his arm.
The guy has a giant cast on his left arm! And I checked all the pictures and you can see his arm in every single one of them! No cast, clear as day!
I KNOW! I KNOW! Uh... But, hey. Hey, look at it this way: If I hadn't seen him... I mean, that would've really–that really could've sunk us. Right? So, we're gonna pull the plug and we are going to live to fight another day.
Well, we'll figure it out. I promise, okay? So, just go. Just do your thing in Santa Fe, and we'll regroup when you get home tonight. [beat; Kim says nothing] Kim? Kim, you still there?
Did you hear what I said?
[pause] It happens today.
[Kim quickly turns around and starts speeding back to Albuquerque.]
