[An intern at HHM, Cary, drops soda cans when he sees Howard setting up the conference room for the Sandpiper mediation]
CCary
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Hamlin! I-I was told I should restock the fridge before the meeting.
No worries. Here, let me give you a hand.
Mm... of course. Cary. [sees Cary stocking the fridge with the dropped cans] Cary, what happens when you drop or shake a can of soda?
CCary
...Right. [mimes explosion] I'm sorry, I'm, uh...
Here, let me show you a little trick. [picks up and spins a soda can] Something about the centrifugal force pulls the bubbles from the inside of the can, stops it from exploding. Don't want our clients to get a surprise now, do we?
[Howard opens the can without incident and takes a sip]
You know who taught me that trick? [points at the portrait of Chuck in the conference room] He used to do it. Had a habit. Anytime he opened a can, almost unconsciously. I asked him about it once... just his way of being prepared for anything, accidental or otherwise.
CCary
Um, I'm sorry, I'm... kinda new here. I–I have to ask, who is that?
Charles McGill. The "M" in HHM. Greatest legal mind I ever knew.
CCary
Wow! I hope someone says that about me someday.
Well... Maybe there are more important things.
[Cliff confronts Howard in his office after the fiasco in the conference room]
Cliff? Is that you? I'm not crazy, and I'm not on drugs. Please, come in. Now somehow, some way, that son of a bitch gave me something that dilated my pupils. I–I don't know what. But it's wearing off already, look. [gestures toward his eyes]
You say that Jimmy McGill drugged you? How is that possible?
The–The photos. They were wet with... something.
Yeah. My P.I., Genidowski, had to have been in on it. He–He must have shown me one set of photos and then switched them after I left the office.
Three weeks ago, Julie got a call from our detective agency. They wanted to update their contact info, so of course she changed the number in the system. But it turns out, it wasn't them. That was Jimmy. So when I needed an investigator to follow Jimmy, I called his fake number and his fake man. She just dialed the old number and, of course, got the actual agency. And, no surprise, no one by the name of Genidowski had ever worked there. I hired a con man. I got played. Every step of the way. I know what it sounds like, but you have to believe me.
I... It doesn't matter. Rich went back to the previous offer. I'll give a recommend to the class that we take it.
No. No way. We do not let Jimmy win this.
Why would Jimmy even do this? He's a profit participant! This means less money for him!
Because he's a child! He wants his money now! He begged me months ago to settle! You know what he does!
Whatever the truth is, we'll never get back to where we were before mediation. We have to settle.
I'm lead attorney. And I won't sanction that decision.
Then, I'm obligated to go to the partners and explain everything I've seen–All of it. You think you're gonna be able to convince them it was all Jimmy McGill?
...Okay, then. We go to trial. Cliff, this case is incredibly strong. I put this thing in front of a jury, then everything will–
I'm not thinking about you, Howard. I'm not thinking about Jimmy. I'm thinking about the time, the expense, the uncertainty. I'm thinking about our clients!
[Howard bows his head in defeat]
[Lalo records a video message for Eladio while he's hiding in the sewers surveilling Gus' laundromat. The dialogue switches between Spanish and English.]
Don Eladio. Guess who? It's Lalo, I'm alive! [chuckles] I'm here in beautiful downtown Albuquerque. [pans the camera around his belongings] Been here... four nights? Now, you may be asking, "What am I doing down in this shithole?" Well, a little Croatian bird told me a secret. Eh, he put up a hell of a fight, but he told me. Look. [points the camera at his target, Lavanderia Brilliante] See that? Right there... Fring's secret. Now, I've been watching and Fring hides his guards very well, but they're there, dressed like laundry workers. [zooms in on one "worker"] See? That's one there. They're hiding guns under the uniforms, but I see. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm up against. [points the camera back at himself] I can tell you what's in there. A big hole where a German engineer, Werner Ziegler, designed the perfect place to hide the... [in English] "mother of all meth labs." [in Spanish] Well, that's my story. And Fring? Fring will have his story, a good one, and Bolsa will back him because he's an... [in English] "earner." [in Spanish] So tonight, I go in... kill all the guards and show you the proof. And then? You decide... Adios.
