[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.
[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.
[Gus meets with Don Eladio, Juan Bolsa, and the Salamancas late at night. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
EEladio
Don Hector has made a very serious accusation.
[One of the Cousins hands a letter to Don Juan]
These are Don Hector's words, dictated to Leonel and Marco, letter by letter. "The assault on my nephew's hacienda failed. Lalo fought the assassins and won. The day after the attack, Lalo called me. I heard the truth from his own lips. It was Fring who sent the mercenaries, not the Peruvians. We kept Lalo's survival a secret. My nephew was about to take his revenge on the traitor, face-to-face. Instead, he disappeared. It is the chicken man's doing. Don Eladio, look into Fring's eyes. There you will see the truth. The chicken man hates you. He is our enemy. He plots against us. I demand blood for blood."
[Juan folds the letter and sits back down]
[pause] I have no response.
Gustavo, you must speak. Have you no defense?
With all due respect, I don't believe this merits a response.
EEladio
[to the Cousins] Did you witness these phone calls from Lalo? [Leonel and Marco shake their heads] I was told you saw Lalo's body.
EEladio
[to Juan] Didn't the federales check the teeth?
Yes, Don Eladio. My brother tells me the dental records matched.
EEladio
And that rat, Varga... What did he say before he died?
He said he was in the pay of the Peruvians, Los Odios. We know he took their money, we found bank statements.
EEladio
[beat; looks at his watch] Well... It's late. Don Hector... Since you've come a long way, tonight you sleep in my bed. [Hector angrily rings his bell repeatedly in protest] No, I insist. No arguing. I'm giving you my room. Very comfortable. And who knows? Maybe a couple of the girls will come to visit! [pause; Hector continues ringing his bell] Please. [Leonel and Marco carry Hector by his wheelchair and leave] Good night, Hector. Sleep well. [to Gus] I'd invite you to stay as well, Gustavo, but... I don't want my breakfast ruined by all the... [mocks Hector ringing his bell and laughs] Ay-yay-yay. [beat] The peace must be kept. What do you suggest?
EEladio
The South Valley will stay Salamanca territory. And the rest of the North, that'll be for you to manage. Working under Bolsa.
[rises with Eladio out of his chair] Thank you. Your trust means everything, Don Eladio.
EEladio
Bueno. Gustavo... [long pause] When I looked into your eyes... Hate. A little bit's okay. As long as you never forget who's boss.
[Mike meets with Nacho's father outside his shop to let him know about Nacho's fate]
I saw you here before. Chrysler Fifth Avenue. What about my son?
I'm sorry, he won't be found. [pause] It was over fast. No pain.
I was there. Your son made some mistakes, he fell in with bad people... but he was never like them. Not really. He had a good heart. One more thing: you won't have to worry about the Salamancas. Their day is coming. There'll be justice.
I'm sorry, my Spanish... j-justicia. Justice.
[sighs] What you talk about... is not justice. What you talk of is... revenge. It never ends... my boy is gone. [scoffs; in Spanish] You gangsters and your "justice." You're all the same.
[Jimmy and Kim approach Cliff and Howard's widow, Cheryl, at a memorial reception in the offices of HHM.]
[Jimmy extends his hand to Cheryl, but she doesn't take it]
Hi, Cheryl. I'm Jimmy McGill. You may not remember me. I'm Chuck McGill's brother.
Very sorry for your loss. [sighs]
Cheryl, I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what you must be going through. If Jimmy and I can do anything for you or your family, please just say the word.
[Jimmy and Kim are about to walk away]
CCheryl
There is something, actually. You two were the last ones to see him, weren't you?
I guess so. Uh, that's what the police said.
CCheryl
Howard told me that you were harassing him, playing elaborate pranks of some sort. That you wouldn't leave him alone.
I know he thought that. He—he—he told me as well. Um, I think he honestly believed it.
CCheryl
But you're denying it.
[pause] You know what, I didn't leave here under the best terms. The past few years, I could have been more considerate to Howard instead of yitzing him every chance I got. I guess, uh, there was a certain amount of jealousy on my part because Howard had the, uh, respect of my brother. Which I never did. [Jimmy steps away]
CCheryl
Tell me what you told the police.
[pause] Okay, um... Well, I mean, it was 11 p.m. Howard started pounding on our door. He was very upset, going on about something, um, he thought was my fault, uh... Guess it had to do with the Sandpiper case. But I—I couldn't make head or tail out of it. We tried to calm him down. But... he just—he just wouldn't, um... Finally, he left. That's—that's it.
CCheryl
I'm not oblivious. I know people are saying he was on drugs. Is that what you're trying to tell me?
I just... He just didn't seem like himself.
CCheryl
[to Cliff] Are you hearing all of this? Because none of it makes sense to me.
Cheryl, maybe we should just—
CCheryl
I don't care what people are saying. I don't care what the police think. Howard was not on drugs. That simply is not true. There's something more to this.
I don't know if it's my place, but... I—I...
CCheryl
Please. Just spit it out. [sharply inhales]
[sighs] It was about a year-and-a-half ago. I was still an associate here, working late on a brief. And I saw a light on in Howard's office. I assumed the cleaning crew left it on by mistake. And I was sure that office was empty, so I didn't knock.
And Howard was there at his desk, head down. And he was snorting something. [Cheryl scoffs] I looked at him. He looked at me. I didn't know what to do, so I just walked out. And the next morning, when we saw each other, neither of us ever said anything about it. I never told anyone. But now I wish I had.
CCheryl
[long pause; to Cliff] In all the years that you worked with him, have you witnessed anything like this? Even a hint? Cliff...
I... Cheryl, this really isn't the time or the place.
[Cheryl begins to cry]
Cheryl. You were his wife. You saw him every day. You knew him better than anyone. Maybe I misunderstood what I saw. You would have known.
CCheryl
[voice breaking] Please excuse me.
[Cheryl retreats into a women's restroom]
[Kim and her client are sitting in a courtroom as the presiding judge, Gabriel Dearden, takes the bench. However, Kim announces her intention to withdraw from the case.]
BBailiff
All rise. Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Dearden presiding.
JDJudge Dearden
Good afternoon. We are here to discuss a motion to exclude evidence in State of New Mexico vs. Yarborough.
[rises] Your Honor, if I may. I submitted an additional motion. I'm assuming you have not seen it yet.
JDJudge Dearden
Did we get that?
SSecretary
It just came in, judge.
[The secretary approaches the bench and hands the motion to Judge Dearden]
I apologize, it was a last-minute addition.
JDJudge Dearden
"Last minute" is right. [pause; looks through the motion] Do I understand this correctly? You're requesting to withdraw from this case?
Yes, Your Honor. My client is fully informed. And I've already been in touch with another attorney, Paige Novick. She's highly qualified and familiar with the case. She's prepared to step if you'll allow it.
JDJudge Dearden
Ms. Wexler, Mr. Orenstein, approach the bench.
[Kim and the prosecutor do so]
JDJudge Dearden
[to Kim] Ms. Wexler, we are here today at your insistence to consider your motion to exclude evidence. And this is the moment you choose to withdraw?
JDJudge Dearden
May I ask why?
Personal reasons, Your Honor.
JDJudge Dearden
"Personal reasons." Are we talking about a health issue, something to do with a loved one?
JDJudge Dearden
Would you rather discuss privately in chambers?
Thank you for the consideration, but no.
JDJudge Dearden
Would you care to supply any detail at all?
Your Honor, I prefer not to.
JDJudge Dearden
[pause; to Orenstein] ...Mr. Orenstein, is the state prepared to discuss Ms. Wexler's motion?
OOrenstein
We are, Your Honor. Absolutely.
JDJudge Dearden
You know what, Ms. Wexler? Mr. Orenstein's here. I'm here. We all showed up for your party, and now you're taking away the punch bowl. I'm inclined to have you argue your motion, then I'll consider later writing petitions.
I'm sorry for wasting the court's time, Your Honor, but it's impossible for me to continue with this hearing.
JDJudge Dearden
And why is that, Ms. Wexler?
Because I'm no longer an attorney.
JDJudge Dearden
[brief pause] I'm sorry, what?
I gave notice to the bar two hours ago.
[Saul, now going by Gene Takavic, is confronted by Jeff after he unexpectedly shows up at his home]
I know, it's awkward, right? But you don't have to call me Dad. Yet.
I don't know what this is about, but all I have to do is pick up the phone and it's "Bye-bye, Saul Goodman."
Yeah, but you haven't picked up the phone yet, have ya? Or tried to strong-arm me for cash. And guess what? I know why. Because reward money–blackmail–that's not gonna tickle your pickle. I know what you really want.
The game? What—what game?
The game. The one you've been watching your entire life. You got your nose pressed up against the glass, peering in while the big boys play.
Speak English, man. What the hell are you talking about?
The game. It's right there. You can see it, but you can't touch it yet. [pause] Cars, clothes. The cash, the ladies. It's about knowing all the angles, you know? Putting it all on the line and winning big. But here you are, Jeffy. Standing outside with the suckers, trying to pay off that cab, sweating the bills. You're getting older. It's–it's so close, but dammit you just can't get in! Until now. I can make it happen.
Saul Goodman. [pause] So, here's the deal. I will show you the game, and then we're done.
[Jeff stares at Saul for another moment before smiling]
[Jeff runs around a maze in the outline of a mall. Saul, on a loudspeaker, shouts directions to him.]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! One, Armani suits and run! Two, Air Jordan shoes for you! Three, linen shirts for free! Four, cashmere sweaters out the door! Five, Patagonias to survive! Six, swanky sweatsuits in the mix! HALT!
[Jeff stops, panting heavily]
That's too many, you gotta be precise! Just three of each.
Why? And why do I gotta run around like an asshole?
I already told you! Three minutes, got it? That's our window!
Yeah, but why three minutes?
Because at three minutes, that's when security sees you on the cameras and the cops haul your ass to jail, alright? So let's go.
Sure there's cameras! They erase the tapes every seventy-two hours, so that's why you only take three of each, and only the pricey stuff. When the store opens the next morning, they won't even know they were robbed. By the time they do inventory, abra-cadabra, no more Jeffy on the tape! Right, so, three items, three minutes... It's easy. Let's go.
[Jeff walks back to the start of the maze]
Pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered!
Just, this whole thing, it seems crazy!
Is this too hot for you?! Ju–You know what, just say so! You know what? Screw it. "Crazy?" I'll tell you what's crazy! Fifty-year-old high school chemistry teacher comes into my office. The guy is so broke, he can't pay his own mortgage. One year later, he's got a pile of cash as big as a Volkswagen. That's crazy.
Well, look at you! Hey, you're young. You're probably, uh... Fast in the feet, huh?
Okay, I–I didn't say I wouldn't do it! I just... Had some questions about, like... logistics.
[sighs] Okay, back to one. [speaks into the loudspeaker as Jeff sets himself up] Check, test, one-two, one-two. Okay! And ready, set, action!
[Jeff begins running again]
Move, move, move! Pick up the pace! Go, go, go! One, Armani suits and run! Two, Air Jordan shoes for you! Three, linen shirts for free! Four, cashmere sweaters out the door! Five, Patagonias to survive! Six, swanky sweatsuits in the mix! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[On the night of the robbery, Saul watches Jeff through the mall cameras while one of the security guards, Frank, is eating a Cinnabon roll with his back facing the cameras]
How about that 44-21 win against the Cavs?
FFrank
Be still my heart. [laughs]
Seventy-six yard pass to Reggie Ball, and–and never sacked once.
FFrank
Wow, you have got quite the memory.
...Yeah, well–I'll tell you what. I can remember every stitch of clothing I was wearing during that game, but ask me what I had for dinner and... [whistles] Clean slate.
FFrank
Tell me about it! [Saul checks his stopwatch, which is at two minutes and fifteen seconds] Well, I'll tell ya: If you're not passing the ball, that's what's gonna happen. [eats another bite] Mmm!
[Eventually, Jeff runs with the last round of clothes when he slips and falls. Saul chokes on his coffee.]
FFrank
Oh, okay. So, you think our guys are gonna move to the Big Ten like they're sayin'?
FFrank
Yeah, you know, maybe they're just chasing the almighty dollar if you ask me. I mean, both powerhouses of course. But, you know what? You got Oklahoma and Texas over here. But Michigan, Ohio State over there! [Saul looks nervously at the cameras] I... I don't know. Guess I like tradition. [chuckles; sighs as he takes yet another bite] So good. Just amazing. Wow.
[After Saul realizes Jeff is out cold, he fakes a nervous breakdown and cries out in anguish to distract Frank]
[cries out again as Frank turns his head towards the cameras] Look at me! Wha–I don't know what... [sobs] Oh, Jesus!
Oh, God. You... you have a wife, right, Frank?
She's waiting for you? [Frank nods] Look at me. I got... I got no one. My parents are dead. My brother... [beat; looks down] My brother is dead. I, uh... I don't have a wife. No kids, no friends. If I die tonight, no one would care. What difference would it make?
[Saul looks up again and notices Jeff slowly regaining consciousness and getting himself up]
FFrank
Gene, buddy... I–I'm sure you mean a lot to... to a lot of–lots of people. [turns his head around again]
[slams fist on table] If I die tonight, my landlord would pack up my stuff. It'd take him three hours. And Cinnabon would just hire a new manager. Gene who?! Poof, I'd be gone! I'd be... a–a ghost. Less than a ghost. I'd be a... a shadow. I'd just mean nothing. I mean, Frank... What's the point, Frank? What's the...
[Saul sees Jeff put away the clothes in the box. He groans as he watches Jeff run out of the warehouse, then claps when he's out of sight]
[sighs] I'm sorry. You didn't need to hear that.
FFrank
No, no, no. That's–That's okay. No, that is okay. Everybody has bad days.
FFrank
...No. I mean, not me, but... people. I think a lot of people.
You guys enjoying yourselves? Well, hold on to that feeling, 'cause this is it.
Well, in case you forget, you transported stolen goods with a value exceeding $5,000. And the truck you used to do it was rented in Council Bluffs across state lines.
You told us to rent the truck over there, so—
[motions for Jeff to stop talking] Theft from an interstate shipment, up to ten years. Transportation of stolen goods, another ten years. Sale of stolen goods, ten years. Conspiracy to commit a federal crime—
Whoa, hold on. Conspiracy? It was your idea.
Yeah. It's called mutually assured destruction, so... if I go down, you go down.
Man, you don't have to threaten us. We're all friends here.
I am not your friend. And if you get greedy, and you decide to come back for more, don't. Gene Takavic, you've never heard of him. Cottonwood Mall, you don't go there. You see me comin', you cross to the other side of the street.
Now, I need you to say it. We're done.
Say it. We're done. Say it.
[beat; looks at Buddy briefly] We're done.
[pause] We're–We're done.
[Saul, with his limbs duct-taped and a bag over his head, lies on the floor of an RV.]
Guys, c'mon. Talk to me! Habla, por favor! Yo soy abogado! Abogado, abogado! Aw, crap! You already knew that! Jesus, fellas, there's a better way to do this! Hello? Oh, why–?! Wha–Why are we going off-road? Oh! Whoa! Whatever this is, can we please don't do it in the desert? Anywhere but the desert! Oh—Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick...
[The RV stops and two masked men walk up, cutting the tape at Saul's legs and forcing him upright.]
Alright, fellas... This—We can–we can fix this! Whatever the problemo, we can fix it with dinero. Mucho dinero! Mucho, mucho, mucho dinero! C'mon, please, one of you just, just–You talk, habla! C'mon, b-before mistakes are made! C'mon, talk to me, guys, huh?
[The RV door closes to reveal five bullet holes covered with duct tape]
C'mon, just tell me what you want! Jeez...
[The bag is taken off Saul's head to reveal an open grave in the middle of the desert]
Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, no! No! It wasn't me! It was Ignacio, he's the one!
