[Manuel comes home from work to see that someone broke in, sitting in the kitchen. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
Leave now. I don't want you here. Leave. Answer me! I don't want to play games. I told you to get out of my house. You must go, right now!
[Manuel turns on the lights to see Nacho bandaged up]
...My God. Mijo? What have they done to you? [picks up a phone]
Papa. Please. Don't call anyone. I won't be safe if you do.
[Manuel reluctantly hangs up]
I'm okay. Can I rest here a little?
[Jimmy meets up with Ira to collect his share of the Hummel figurine sale]
IIra
Yeah, well... you can buy a truckload. [hands Jimmy some cash] Here you go.
Hey, whoa, whoa. This is more than we talked about.
IIra
Bavarian Boy made quite a splash at the collectibles expo. Bidding war.
Wow, great. But we know you could've kept most of this. I would've never known the difference.
IIra
Yeah, well, you could've left me high and dry. I'm liking this "Hummel" thing. Cash came fast and clean. Got any more where that came from?
We're gonna do this again. I'll find something.
IIra
Sounds good. When you do, call the vet.
IIra
Yeah. New job, new phone. You never know who's listening.
You wanted to see me, here I am.
In order for our arrangement to continue, there is a matter we need to discuss.
Do you have something to tell me? [pause] If you do, you would be well-advised to do so.
Nacho Varga. I wondered when you were gonna get around to this.
You came to me. You asked me for a favor. You looked me in the eye, you shook my hand. And all the while, you knew Varga was moving against my interests.
I said I wouldn't kill Salamanca. I never promised to be his bodyguard. So... what now? [pause; to Victor] You gonna make a move, you better make it. [long pause; to Gus] But they're not gonna, are they? You brought me here because you have an ask. So, why don't you stop running a game on me, and just tell me about the job?
[In a flash-forward cold open, Saul and Francesca prepare to leave their office for good and start putting money into suitcases]
[to Francesca] Do me a favor. [points at trash bags full of shredded documents] Take those with you, drop them off at least five miles from here in separate dumpsters! [Francesca stares at him] Oh, right. Um... [unzips suitcase and gives Francesca a rolled-up wad of cash; Francesca continues staring] Fine. [reaches into suitcase again and gives her more cash] Okay, when the cops come talk to you–and they will–what are you gonna tell them?
Yeah. [hands Francesca a business card] Tell them Jimmy sent you. Okay, and where are you gonna be November 12th at 3:00 p.m.?
I'll be there, but if it doesn't ring at 3:00 on the dot, I'm gone.
Don't worry, it's gonna ring. Well, I guess... that's it. Quite a ride, huh?
[Saul spreads his arms out for a hug]
[Francesca takes the trash bags with her on her way out and shuts the door. Saul runs to his desk, gets a disposable cell phone out of a drawer, and quickly dials a number.]
I need a new dust filter for my Hoover Max Extract Pressure Pro, model 60. Can you help me with that? Pickup... How hot? Red hot. [pause] I know where that is. I'll be there. [hangs up and breaks apart the phone]
[Jimmy, with the last of his cell phone supply, approaches the leader of a biker gang that scared off the customers he made from his previous sales]
Hey, how's it going? Did you get that ink in Los Lunas?
BBBiker Boss
And you've been inside?
No, I haven't had the honor. But I used to be a lawyer. [two bikers get up and eye Jimmy suspiciously] Emphasis on "used to be!" And I helped a lot of gentlemen such as yourself and your friends here. And one thing I learned from working with my clients in the New Mexico corrections system is that private conversations are few and far between. The man is always listening on those landlines, so... Word to the wise, if you want to talk to your friends on the inside, there is a simple solution.
BBBiker Boss
Yeah? What's that?
[takes phone box out of his hands] This little baby. It's the most compact model on the market. It can be hidden in... any number of places. And, uh, if you buy it from me with cash, it's completely untraceable.
BBBiker Boss
[pause] How much?
[Later, the three teenagers Jimmy met earlier confront him after the bikers leave]
Sorry, guys. You had your chance. I'm all sold out.
Y1Youth #1
Give me your money.
Y2Youth #2
Well, we saw you got cash. Hand it over.
Nice try. Look, Pee-Wee, Scooter, Skippy, it was very good to meet you boys. Good luck with the junior achievement project. I–I gotta go.
[The boys grab Jimmy, beat him up, and steal the money out of his wallet before running away]
[Mike brings a German engineer, Werner Ziegler, to the laundromat as part of his job for Gus. Werner, who has a bag over his head, curses in German as he is transported in the van with Mike.]
I suggest you don't. Hold on. We're almost there.
[They eventually arrive at the laundromat where Gus' meth lab will be built underground. Mike gives Werner, who is still carsick from the ride to Albuquerque, some water.]
Better. [coughs] Pardon. I take the dramamine, but it doesn't help.
[Werner looks at a washing machine on the other side of the room]
[Werner inspects the equipment and takes notes while speaking to himself in German.]
Before I can begin excavation, I must support the existing structure to avoid a cave-in. Normally, this would involve a piling rig, working from above. But there can be no activity visible from the surface, hmm? [Mike says nothing] So I must construct secant walls of CFA piles, working completely underground. Next, I must somehow place I-beams across the top of the secant walls to support the floor and the machinery. Only now can I fully excavate. I will need to move... perhaps 1,700 cubic meters of dirt. That means trucking out about 200 loads. Going this deep, we will surely hit rock, which means... blasting. [sighs] I will need schematics of utility in the area.
Once the space is fully cleared, I can waterproof, then fabricate casts for the retaining walls and pour concrete. We would need, uh... [chuckles] about 150 cubic meters. This is just the beginning. And all this in complete secrecy? [beat; Mike stares at Werner] Judging from the sounds I heard, I assume we are not far from a town. This is also not... optimal. [Mike continues staring at Werner] A project like this... many, many things can go wrong.
[Gus enters the room. Werner exchanges looks with Mike before facing Gus.]
Dangerous, difficult... and very, very expensive. Not quite impossible.
Gustavo Fring. [in German] A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Gus and Werner shake hands]
[Jimmy notices a depressed and exhausted-looking Howard in the courthouse bathroom]
Everything's fine. How are you doing?
I've been better. I'm heading up to the DA's office for my PPD check-in, so you know...
[Howard continues washing his face]
[pause] You sure you're okay?
I'm supposed to be in court in, uh... about twenty-five minutes.
[sighs] Nothing. Just... [chuckles] You ever have insomnia?
Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
Don't they have pills for that? [Howard chuckles again] I'm sorry, I gotta ask. What's... What's eating you?
Jimmy... [pause] I think I've shared enough. More than enough. Let's leave it at that.
I get it. You know what, Howard? You do yourself a favor, and you go see someone. Actually, I have the number of a shrink. I got it for a client. And he's supposed to be great. [looks for note Kim gave him earlier] I think... I've got it right here actually.
Uh, thanks. I'm already seeing someone.
[pause] Well... Good seeing you, Howard.
[Howard leaves the bathroom. Jimmy walks into an empty stall, rips up the note with the number, and flushes it down the toilet]
PSPPD Supervisor
Have you thought about what you're gonna do once your PPD is up?
PSPPD Supervisor
Okay. Such as?
Until then, I'll show up here every second Monday of the month like clockwork. I'm gonna keep my job at the cell phone store and in nine months and twenty-four days, I will get my law license back. My partner and I, we'll get a new office. It'll be like it was, but bigger and better. Everything will be better. I'm gonna have more clients, I'm gonna win more cases, I'm gonna be a damn good lawyer. And people are gonna know about it.
PSPPD Supervisor
Okay. So... lawyer.
[Kim invites Jimmy to dinner to discuss her new job]
[chuckles] I was thinking we could just be Kim and Jimmy today.
Uh, okay. Those two aren't all bad.
Rumors and hearsay. How's work?
It is a job... and how about you? Work's good?
Yeah! Actually, I have news. Good news—Great news, really. It could change things for Wexler-McGill, but... I met with Rich Schweikart today.
Yeah... Well, y'know, they took on Gatwood, so I've been meaning to follow up, and... anyway, we were talking and he offered me a job.
Again? What, he can't take no for an answer?
They want me to run their banking division. Build it, really.
...You're not seriously considering it?
I'd be coming in as a partner.
But I thought things were going okay with Mesa Verde since, uh—
Yeah, they are! They were... my workload has gotten a lot more complicated lately. I've been taking on some pro bono work: Overflow from the public defender's office.
PD overflow? When did you-? Why?
...I like it. I'm good at it. And...I'm helping people, Jimmy. And I know that sounds cheesy, it's-it's whatever, but it's the truth.
No! It, uh, makes a lot of sense. [pause] I have been thinking about criminal law myself, lately. Y'know, for when I get my license back.
Yeah. You know, like you said, y'know, you're helping people. I'm thinking an office in one of these refurbished bungalows, downtown by the courts. Y'know, stick around where all the people who need help are... Boy, it has a nice ring to it now. Wexler-McGill, criminal law.
[hesitantly] That all sounds great. The thing is...if I go to Schweikart & Cokely, I have all those associates to help cover Mesa Verde. It’ll keep paying the bills and free me up to do the work I really care about.
...So, you'd kinda get to have your cake and eat it, too.
[sighs] I'll be right back.
What? I-No, I just-I gotta hit the head!
[Jimmy has an anxiety attack when he is out of sight. He sits back down with Kim in a better state.]
I say do it. It's a great opportunity, and you should jump on it.
Yeah. Kim, you gotta do what's best for you.
Yes. I can't ask you to wait around for me... and who knows? Ten months—a lot can happen.
Yeah. So, to Schweikart and Cokely... and Wexler.
[Jimmy goes to HHM to pick up Chuck's bequest to him]
Hey, I see a lot of empty cubicles out there. What's going on?
We're doing some reorganizing.
Just making the office more feng shui, I take it?
Paying out to Chuck's estate?
That is part of it. And to be frank, the firm's reputation is... not what it was.
The consultants call it "rightsizing".
No, I mean, what's the plan to get HHM back on its feet? [pause; Howard doesn't answer] Are you kidding me? I just referred a client to you guys. You're welcome, by the way. And you're telling me this place is falling apart? Get your shit together, Howard!
Oh, please. You suffer one little setback and you're gonna let your entire legacy go?!
Fine, your pain is very special. Woe is you. Just stop wallowing, okay? This place is all you've got! That and your hair—which, let's face it, clock's ticking there too, so... You wanna save your business? You wanna save your dignity? You're gonna have to fight! Hey... you're a shitty lawyer, Howard. But you're a great salesman. So, get out there and sell.
[Gus visits Hector, who remains sedated in his hospital bed]
The doctor tells me your fever has gotten worse. They say this infection may kill you. Even if it doesn't, my doctor tells me again and again that you may never wake. And yet I wait. I grew up quite poor. We lived in the hills, in a place my brothers built from things they found—metal sheeting, plywood. When it rained, it smelled like hay. We were always hungry. But there was a lucuma tree—scrawny, barely alive. My family had given up on it years before. Never bore fruit. When I was seven, I became fixated on it. I watered it, tended to it. It took a long time, but the buds grew into green fruit. I was so proud. I didn't tell anyone. I plucked one and hid behind our shack. I ate the whole thing. I'd never tasted something so sweet. It was like caramel. At first, we ate the fruit ourselves, and I began taking it to the village to sell. One day, much of the fruit was gone from my tree. Pieces were scattered on the ground, half-eaten. I thought it was probably a coati. Have you ever seen one? About the size of a large housecat. Opportunists. I built a snare, using branches and wire. It didn't take long for the animal to set it off. But the coati thrashed so hard, it broke out of the snare. Broke its leg, as well. I tried to grab it, but it slipped away. It ran under the house. I knew it would show itself sooner or later. So I waited... for hours, into the night. When my brothers called for me... I did not answer. I didn't make a sound. I was so still. Finally, it came out. It knew I was there, but it was hungry. This time, I was ready. I caught it. It fought me... but I was stronger. The merciful thing would have been to kill it. I kept it. It lived for quite some time. I believe you will wake, Hector.
[Jimmy manages to lure the teenagers who robbed him the previous night into his trap. He finds them gagged and hung upside down in a piñata store.]
Didn't know I had friends, did ya? So, what's it gonna be? Fast or slow? It's gonna hurt like a bitch either way. [one of the teenagers starts whimpering] What was that? Slow? Let me... [pulls duct tape off]
Y1Youth #1
We're sorry, man, alright?! We're sorry!
[Two men in ski masks smash piñatas with baseball bats while slowly walking toward Jimmy and the teenagers]
Yeah, you are. Very much so.
Y1Youth #1
We're gonna leave you alone, okay? We—We won't mess with you anymore.
Easy to say now, but what about tomorrow?
Y1Youth #1
I—I swear, man. I swear I'll do anything you want me to.
Cross your heart and hope to die?
Y1Youth #1
Yes! Yes, man!
Y1Youth #1
Yes. [another piñata gets knocked down] Yes! Look, after this, you'll never have to see us again. [the other two teenagers quickly nod in agreement]
And you will spread the word that I'm off limits?
Y1Youth #1
Yes! Yes, yes! We'll tell everyone! We'll say, "Don't—Don't mess with the cell phone guy."
[pause] Alright, we're done. [to the masked men] We're done!
[The men continue smashing piñatas]
I think they get it. Seriously, guys, we're—we're done. Okay, we're good, alright? [the men walk right behind the teenagers with their bats] That's enough. [another piñata goes down] I appreciate the enthusiasm, but... he got the message.
Y1Youth #1
That's right! Listen to what he says! Listen to what he says, I got the message!
Alright, you know what? If it's that important to you, go ahead.
Y1Youth #1
No, no, no, no! No! No, please! [Jimmy turns him around so he faces one of the masked men] No, no, please. No! No, no, no! Please, no!
[One of the men gets ready to hit him, but stops short of his face and pushes him with the bat before handing it to Jimmy. Both men take off their ski masks and are revealed to be Huell and Man Mountain.]
You get one warning... and that was it. [drops bat and walks away]
You made it! Come on in. Picture a reception desk right here, alright? It's always nice to be greeted by a friendly face. Now, over in this corner we got a fireplace with a cozy waiting area: Couch, couple chairs, water cooler, electric kettle, maybe an assortment of teas? Now, this is my office, in here. Guess what? These are all original fixtures, so that's... Uh, we're four blocks from the courthouse here. So, how convenient is that? There's a bathroom and it's–it's... cute, heh! [opens bathroom door and quickly closes it] Phew, we're gonna get that cleaned out. Um, there's a shower in there for when you're buried in discovery late at night! This is for the partner, corner office: Lots of natural light, and that's great for your circadian rhythms. Uh... cherry blossoms! That's nice! And uh... [walks from one wall to the other while counting his steps] Six! It's pretty big. Um, there's a kitchenette down the hall, it's kind of perfect for snacks or uh, BYO lunch, heh. Get one of those snazzy Keurigs, put that in there. Stick a few potted plants around, make the place nice... What do you think?
[The camera reveals that Jimmy's talking to Huell]
No, but this is what the phones were for. So, if you were a lawyer, this would be a great place, right?
If I was a lawyer? Nope. Big glass high-rise, fortieth floor.
Yep. When I'm not on my boat.
[During one of his phone sales, Jimmy is approached by a man who he deduces is an undercover cop]
PPlatt
[holds up business card] This you? Saul Goodman?
Uh... That's right, officer.
PPlatt
[chuckles] You wanna know where I got it? Off a drug dealer who got sprung today, 'cause he was using a drop phone that you sold him.
PPlatt
Doesn't it bother you that you're peddling to a bunch of low-lifes who use these things to sell drugs?
What my customers do with the phones after they leave my possession, that's their business.
PPlatt
Let me ask you a favor, alright? Get your van out of here, park in front of a grocery store in Corrales—you know, some place nice—and... and sell there. You know, I'm sure there's a lot of... lot of soccer moms who could use some phones.
I don't know. I think my customer base is right here.
PPlatt
Get some new customers.
I don't feel the need to. See, I got a permit, and I'm collecting sales tax. And this is a legitimate business, right? So, anyone who wants to buy a phone from me is free to do so!
PPlatt
I'm asking nicely, okay?
Yeah, and I respectfully decline.
PPlatt
[pause] You're gonna go this way, huh?
There it is. What's it gonna be? What, is it gonna be littering or rolling through a stop sign? Hey, how about you plant something something in my glove compartment!
PPlatt
You know what, pal? Just take it easy, okay?
Well, maybe this is why people need privacy! Maybe this is why they need my phones! Maybe you're the problem!
PPlatt
Okay, so as long as you make a buck, the whole world can just go in the crapper?
[Huell is walking down the street with headphones on and sees Jimmy arguing with the officer]
[sees Huell walk up to them menacingly] No! No, no, no, no, no! Stop! He's a cop!
[Huell whacks the officer in the back of the head with a grocery bag. Jimmy gestures for him to take off the headphones.]
[Huell is sitting in the back of a cop car while Jimmy tries to talk the cops out of arresting him]
This is all just a mistake. My friend got confused, okay? He was just trying to do his job. I hired him for security, he was trying to protect me. You were in plain clothes. He had no idea you were a police officer.
PPlatt
Oh, he knew alright.
PPlatt
I picked him up three years ago.
PPlatt
Yeah. Pickpocketing.
[looks at Huell] Wha... Three years, that's a long time. I mean, how can you be sure it's the same guy?
Officer, look. You were right, I was wrong.
Yes, and you know what else? You will not see me out here selling my phones ever again, alright? So, just do me a favor. Let's just shake hands, avoid the paperwork, and we just go home.
PPlatt
Do you a favor? [shrugs] I was asking you for a favor.
PPlatt
Oh, I asked you nicely, and you told me to go, "screw myself." [gets in his car]
I don't... I don't think I used those words.
[Both cops drive off in their respective vehicles and take Huell away]
