[Lalo ties Jimmy to a chair while interrogating him about the assassination attempt at his hacienda]
You know, after I saw you last, I went home. My home. Mi cielito lindo... And you know what happened? Men came. Armed men, in the middle of the night. To my home. Trying to get to me. And you know what they did? They killed people I care about. They killed my cook. My gardener. A seventeen-year-old kid I knew since he was knee-high, never hurt a fly. Butchered my housekeeper, Yolanda. Una viejita, cabrón. They shot her in the back.
Now, how did these men... get into my home? Do you know?
I... I have–I have no idea.
Ignacio Varga. He let them in. And who did Ignacio introduce me to? [taps Jimmy's head] You.
Ignacio... Nacho? [brief pause] Whoa, whoa, whoa! I–I barely know Ignacio! Whatever he did, he did alone! Not with me! Listen, you gotta believe me! Hand to God, I had no part in this—it wasn't me! It was Igna—
[Lalo sneaks up from behind and gags Jimmy with a rolled-up shirt]
[through the gag] Ignacio! It's not me! Listen, listen! I–I don't know about...
Save it. [looks Jimmy in the eyes] I'm gonna come back. And then you... are gonna tell me the whole story.
[Lalo presses play on the movie Jimmy and Kim were watching earlier and turns up the volume. He picks up Jimmy's car keys by the front door.]
Ford Taurus... taupe? [rolls eyes and shakes his head before leaving the apartment]
[Mike disarms Kim and forces her inside Gus' house before she can shoot. Gus watches Mike question her through surveillance monitors at his neighbors' residence.]
What are you doing?! I–I have to go! I have to—No, wait!
Ms. Wexler, I'd like you to sit down.
He'll–He'll kill him! You have to... You—
Now, sit there and be calm!
No, I have to get back! I have to get back!
[restrains Kim and forces her back down] Sit still... and stay calm. Now, if you take a deep breath—a deep breath—nothing's gonna happen here until you calm yourself. Alright? Now, who is killing who?
Lalo Salamanca! Lalo is going to kill Jimmy! [Mike looks shocked] He's there! He–he is there with Jimmy now!
Salamanca is at your apartment?!
Yes! He sent me! He–he wanted to send Jimmy, but then he sent me.
To do what exactly?! [pause; Kim hyperventilates] Ms. Wexler, you stay with me! What were you supposed to do here?
[beat; points at a man who looks identical to Gus] Shoot him. I'm–I'm supposed to shoot him, and then take a photo, and then get back. That's it. I only have twenty minutes left! Please! [Mike quickly looks and nods at one of his guys] He is alone with him!
Alright, stay put. We'll handle this. We will handle this. [to Victor] You call Tyrus. Get him to the condo now.
You said you were watching us! WHERE WERE YOU?! HUH?! [Mike leaves] WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!
[Kim tries to get up, but Victor stands in her way and forces her to sit down again]
You heard what the man said.
[Mike walks through the corridor connecting the two homes and reports to Gus.]
You heard all that? [Gus nods] Alright. You hunker down here. [to two bodyguards] You two, you stay with him. A dog barks too loud, you are on the phone with me. [to Arthur and Tyrus] You two, come with me.
[After growing restless over Lalo's whereabouts, Gus calls Victor and asks him to speak to Kim about Lalo]
Answer him. [points behind him]
[pause] He didn't want to send me. Not at first. He wanted to send my husband... but my husband talked him out of it because he wanted to get me out of there.
He... talked Lalo out of it?
That's right. [pause] Now that I've told you everything I know, please tell me. Tell me who—
[Gus hangs up the phone and looks at his bodyguards]
Come with me. Both of you.
[Lalo records another video message for Don Eladio while holding Gus at gunpoint at the laundromat. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
Don Eladio, look who we have here. The one and only Gustavo Fring. [chuckles] And wearing body armor! Too bad they don't make armor for your head, eh? Now we're gonna take a little walk and show you around. Vamanos. [clicks tongue] Don, I would've liked it if we didn't have to rush this so much. We could sit by your pool... strip this snake's skin off, inch by inch. Take our time, have some fun. But he shows up now... who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
[Gus stops in front of a large washing machine.]
A big machine hides a big secret. We have about... thirteen minutes until his bald gringo gets here with the cavalry, so Gustavo is going to have to give us the nickel tour. [beat; shoots Gus in the chest] Like I was saying, Gustavo is going to show us around.
[Gus walks around and pushes a button, which opens the secret passage to the underground meth lab]
Ha! Magnificent! I had a bathtub that did this, but... credit where credit is due, this is better. [laughs] Hijo de puta.
[Gus leads Lalo down a ladder and turns on the lights]
[chuckles; in English] Okay. Drumroll, please. D-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r... Ta-da! [laughs] Cadenza de wow, no? [in Spanish] Don Eladio, I've heard some stories about this place. It took a bunch of German engineers ten months to build all of this. They used two hundred pounds of high explosive. Dug out 120,000 cubic meters of dirt and rock. And all... without disturbing the laundry up there. In the middle of a city with a million people! That's pretty badass, right?
[Gus trips and falls to the ground when Lalo pushes the pistol against his back]
One moment, Don. [puts the camcorder between his teeth as he switches the magazines of his pistol] Think of the laboratory you could put here, Don Eladio. Eh? How much meth you could make... that was his plan. Cut you out to become boss. And now here we are, in this big hole! [cackles] Gustavo thought he was building an empire, but all he built himself was a tomb.
I haven't told that fat pig Eladio what I think of him yet.
Hoo-hoo! Perfect! You've got one minute.
Eladio... you greasy, bloated pimp. You talk of honor. But you have none. A pack of stray dogs fighting for scraps has more honor. Jackals. That's all you are! No vision. No patience. No thought. Stupid and impulsive! That is how I did all this. You couldn't see it, couldn't even conceive of it. And you Salamancas... you're the worst vermin of all. You say you believe in "blood for blood" but you only understand blood for money! You're whores! [in English] I understand blood for blood. Hector? Yeah, I kept him alive. Kept him broken. I will save him to the last. Before he dies, he will know... I buried every one of you.
[sniggers] Big talk. You done?
Lalo said he was coming back.
No, he said he was, he told me—
You understand me? He is not coming back. Let's sit. [pause; Jimmy and Kim remain standing] SIT.
[Jimmy and Kim sit at the foot of their bed; Mike stands in front of them.]
Alright. Here's what's gonna happen: In a few days, Howard Hamlin's car will be found several states away by the water. The odometer will have rolled to the exact number of miles it took to get there. There will be cocaine in the upholstery. That was the story you were setting up for this guy, yeah? They'll call it a suicide, hoping the body will come washing up. It never will. At some point, you're gonna hear about it. Someone calls you, someone at the courthouse mentions it—the moment that happens—you call the cops. His car was here for hours last night. Good chance somebody noticed it. That means you are the last people to see him alive. Cops are gonna want to hear from you. You tell the cops you saw him—he came here, seemed like maybe he was chemically altered, didn't make a lick of sense. Then he left, that's all you know. You keep telling the lie you've been telling. [to Jimmy] Now, Ms. Wexler tells me she has court at ten. What's on your docket? [Jimmy doesn't answer] Hey. Listen. Where do you need to be?
Uh, office. At my office. Clients start showing up around 9:30. Oh, my car is gone.
No. It's on the way home, you'll have it when you need it. So you two are going to go about your day—normal, same as ever. Today, you're Meryl Streep and Laurence Olivier. No staring into space, nothing out of the ordinary, you cover. Anybody talks to you, it's just another day that ends in Y, that's all. When you get home, we'll be gone and everything will be back the way it was. Now, I need to impress upon you: none of this ever happened. None of it. Understand? Say it out loud, I need to hear it.
