Hey, Kim Wexler! You know who this is? [beat; Kim is silent] I'm gonna take that as a "yes". Uh, that receptionist of yours, is she the type to listen in?
Good! Okay! So... How's Florida been treating you? I'm catching you between hurricanes, I hope. [pause] Kim? You there?
No, I don't... I don't want anything, I just–It's been a while, y'know, I was just... I was thinking, it's been a while? And, uh... It might be nice to catch up.
Yeah, my mind was wandering this morning, just... Not thinking anything in particular, just random thoughts and–Bam, it suddenly occurred to me, it's been six years. I mean, Jesus. I–I couldn't believe it! [beat] I thought you might wanna know I'm still alive. [pause] Yep. I'm still out here! Still getting away with it! Feds couldn't find their own ass with both hands and a proctologist.
You shouldn't be calling me.
You shouldn't be calling.
Why not? What, am I tying up the line from important irrigation business? I mean, come on, Kim, say something. Hey, call me an asshole! Yell at me! Just let me know you still got a pulse. [pause] Just say something!
You want me to say something?
You should turn yourself in.
You heard me. I don't know what kind of life you've been living, but it can't be much.
Said the pot to the kettle! What?! That is–that is really rich, you–you preaching to me?! See, you have no idea what I did or didn't do, okay? And why–why don't you turn yourself in? Seeing as how you're the one with the guilty conscience, huh? What is–What is stopping you, huh? Fring's in the ground. Mike's in the ground. Lalo's in the ground, apparently. You don't have to hold back on my account! They can only hang me once, so what?! So go ahead! Spill your guts, put on your hair shirt, see what it gets you! Why are... Kim, why are we even talking about this? We're both too smart to throw our lives away for no reason, just... I just–I only wanted to... Kim–Kim...! Kim–
I'm glad you're alive. [hangs up the phone]
[Cheryl Hamlin has just finished reading Kim's written confession, describing the events leading up to the night of Howard's death]
CCheryl
Howard was murdered? [pause; Kim nods] Why?
He was... in the wrong place at the wrong time.
CCheryl
Where's his body?
CCheryl
And the police... Will they search again?
They'll search. I don't think they'll find him. Cheryl, he... It–It all happened in an instant, and he didn't... he didn't suffer.
CCheryl
"He didn't suffer"? The lies you two made up, the picture you painted... That's all he is now! That's all anybody remembers!
CCheryl
What happens now? Will you be tried? Will you go to jail?
CCheryl
You're a lawyer, right? You're a... a great one, Howard said! How could you not know?
Bernalillo County has my affidavit. It's up to the district attorney whether to prosecute. And she may not.
There's no physical evidence. No remaining witnesses other than my ex-husband, assuming he's still alive.
CCheryl
I could sue you in civil court. I could take everything you've got.
CCheryl
...Why are you doing this?
[In a flashback, Kim stands outside Saul's office, attempting to light a cigarette. A man, revealed to be Jesse Pinkman, leans against a wall.]
JJesse
Hey, yo... Can I bum one of those?
[Kim pauses before offering him the cigarette. Jesse takes one and she lights it for him]
JJesse
Thanks. [gestures towards the rain] What's up with this shit?
JJesse
Yeah. I dunno, it's... It's crazy! Like, bananas, all this rain. I mean, I thought we were, like, in a desert, y'know? [beat] You're a lawyer, right? [Kim turns to him] Yeah. I recognize you. You defended my buddy, Combo. Christian Ortega? Juvie court, little baby Jesus? I mean, not like a real baby. Just, uh... y'know, one of those things outside of the... church?
JJesse
I mean, what the hell did he even want that thing for? Huh? I mean, I–I still don't know. Dumbass. I told him he could go to hell for stealing something like that. I mean–But did he listen to me? No. But you... You got him off, like, scot-free. That... That was pretty slick, yo!
Well... Tell him I hope he's keeping his nose clean.
JJesse
Yeah, yeah. Right on. Absolutely. Uh... Hey, so you having all this expertise and all... This guy, Goodman... [pause] He the real deal? Like, lawyer-wise?
JJesse
I got a buddy in there who's facing some serious time. I mean, not... y'know, not baby Jesus time, but... but serious. You know, he needs top-shelf legal representation. And I tell him that, right? But, you know, he sees this dude's commercials on TV, and this is where he wants to go. I mean, I tell him, "Yo... Emilio, you know, a funny TV commercial's not a sound... basis for, like, you know... [pause] I mean, like, would you go to a doctor to do, like, an operation on you in, like a... On, like your spleen or whatever... All on the fact that those were funny TV commercials? No. I mean, c'mon. How is this any different, y'know?" Anyways... This guy. Any good?
[Kim takes a drag on her cigarette before she flicks it away]
[She pulls her hood up and runs out into the rain]
[Saul calls Marion after learning that Jeff has been arrested for the robbery he committed the previous night]
MMarion
Hello? [pause] Gene! Honey, do you know what time it is? [beat; picks up her phone and sits down] Oh... Oh God, that boy. He's gonna put me in my grave.
Marion... [chuckles] It's a mistake is all. Getting picked up for something you didn't do, that could happen to anybody.
MMarion
Yeah right, anyone. This isn't the first time, you know. He's been in trouble before. Oh, Jesus!
MMarion
The death of me! He's gonna be the death of me!
Marion! Marion, it's gonna be alright. We'll get him outta there lickety-split.
MMarion
I've been through this before. There's nothing lickety-split about it. Back when he was living in Albuquerque... Drunk in public, resisting arrest, urinating in—in some place he shouldn't have! And me on the telephone for hours long-distance, trying to find one of those bailout places. I maxed out my Discover card. I'm still paying for that one!
Well, money's not gonna be a problem because I'm gonna help you with that.
MMarion
No, Gene. I can't let you do that. No.
Sure you can. Jeff will pay me back. And you don't have to worry about a bondsman either, because guess what? In Omaha, they don't have 'em. Right? You just walk into the station, you pay out straight cash bail. It's not like Albuquerque at all. [beat; Marion starts growing suspicious] Marion, you still there?
MMarion
Yeah, what... Why did Jeff call you instead of me?
Well, I think he was scared of how you'd take it. Honestly, I was gonna pay the bail myself, but I think it should be a family member. I think that'd be best. [brief pause] I'll tell you what. Let me take a shower, get dressed, and you do the same. I'll swing by and pick you up, we'll get this whole thing squared away.
MMarion
What about Buddy? Is he in any trouble?
I don't think so. Why would he be? Heh. I'll see you in about an hour.
MMarion
Yeah, okay. Yeah, thanks.
[After she hangs up the phone, Marion unplugs her phone cord and connects it to her laptop.]
[Saul has just discovered Marion watching videos on the internet. He opens up her laptop to find one of his old commercials playing, then re-shuts it.]
Marion, do you think that's me? 'Cause it's not.
MMarion
There never was a Nippy, was there?
MMarion
Oh, he didn't tell me anything. AskJeeves told me. I typed in "conman" and "Albuquerque". And up you popped, big as day. [reaches for her phone]
What are you doing, Marion?
MMarion
What do you think I'm doing? I'm calling the police.
Here. Let me help you with that. [rips the phone line from the wall and backs Marion into a corner] Listen, I think we're losing sight of the bigger picture here, okay? Jeff is in trouble, and I wanna help him. He and I could sure use your support here.
MMarion
What'd you get my son into?!
Nothing that he didn't ask for. [shoves Marion's chair to the side and wraps the phone cord around his fists] Listen, I'm still the good friend you thought I was, okay? Jeff understands me! Buddy understands me! And you will, too. You just have to, uh... You know, keep things on an even keel, alright?
[Marion pulls out her LifeAlert button, threatening Saul with it as he closes in.]
What have you got there? Put that down. Put that down, Marion. Put it down. Do not do it, Marion. Final warning... [takes it out of her grasp]
[Saul holds on to the button for a few moments, guilt quickly setting in before he lets it go. Marion grasps the button again and presses it.]
VValerie
Marion? This is Valerie with LifeAlert. Are you okay?
MMarion
No, Valerie, I'm not okay! There's a criminal standing in my kitchen, threatening me! He's a wanted man, and his name is Saul Goodman!
VValerie
Alright, Marion? I'm calling the police, I'm calling right now.
[Saul sprints out of the kitchen and exits the house. Marion looks on in shock.]
