He called me... for obvious reasons.
Look, I'm not here to rip him off. He has the stuff, right?
I need to know what you're planning.
I know they're for Salamanca. Nitro pills. Your boss has heart problems.
You already got it all figured out. Why are you asking?
How are you going to make the switch?
[sighs] Hector keeps the pills in his coat pocket. When he hangs up his coat, I'll make the switch.
Hm. He goes down, then what?
His heart goes out, that's it.
Lot of eyes on Salamanca. You do this, how are you going to stop them from finding out it was you?
Are you trying to tell me not to do this?
I'm not telling you anything. Just want to make sure you know what you're getting into.
I'm not "getting" into anything. I'm in it. I've got no choice. Hector wants to use my dad's business. My dad is a straight-arrow, he won't stand for it, which means he goes to the police, which means... he's a dead man. And that's not happening.
You get caught, it could get worse.
You don't think I know who I'm dealing with?
[Mike goes to Nacho's van and takes out the gas cap]
[Mike pries open the gas cap to find nothing inside, then puts it back]
There are more people than the Salamancas to worry about here. Now, if you manage to pull this off without a bullet to your head, and switch those pills... then switch 'em back.
Anyone gets an itch about the medicine not working, they're gonna check those pills. You do this - switch them back.
...So. You gonna let us make this deal?
You got the money? [Nacho takes an envelope out of his pocket] Good. Now, before we do this, I'm gonna need one more thing from you.
[Mike takes out his notebook and clicks his pen]
[Jimmy and Marco break into the McGill's abandoned corner store to set up another con during their reunion. Jimmy retrieves a Band-Aid box from the ceiling and empties a pile of rare coins onto the counter]
[picking up a coin] Boom! Indian-head penny! Alright, that's worth about three bucks; we polish it up, run the coin game.
Nice. We get a hundred fifty bucks, easy.
Hundred and fifty? We got a hundred ten for a plain vanilla half-dollar. This-this is actually rare—I mean, you can see it, y'know! Three hundred, easy.
Oh, three hundred. Me likey. Now you're gonna tell me what your coin collection was doing up there.
Uh... [huffs] It's a long story. Let's get out of here.
[They freeze as they hear a police car drive by.]
Alright, now let's hit it.
No, there might be another one.
Alright, then give. What's the deal with the coins?
[chuckles] Well, uh... I was what, 12 or so, and I was working the register. Guy comes in, buys a box of Ivory Flakes and a sixer of Old Style. He pays with a couple bucks and [holds up coin] this. Second I see it, I know what it is: It's a George Washington silver. I tell my dad, "Pop, this quarter is rare, it's worth four bucks." Barely get the words out of my mouth, he hightails it outta here to give it back. He can't find the guy, so he tapes it to the side of the register; he's hoping that this guy will come back, so he can return it! After about a week, he starts talking about giving it to Father Mahoney for the poor box, so I make it disappear. Then after that, every day after school, I'm checking the till. If something catches my eye, I stick it in the box, put it up there for good luck. [clears throat] So much for good luck.
It's a crying shame they lost this place.
They never should have bought it in the first place. My dad didn't have it in him.
...What do you mean? Your folks worked so hard.
Yeah, they worked hard; they worked a lot of hours for a lot of years for nothing.
I dunno, Jimmy. Y'know, a lot of customers, everyone liked him.
Everybody liked him 'cause he was a soft touch. Y'know, every deadbeat in the neighborhood owed him money. You come in here with a sob story, you leave with a pat on the back and a gallon of milk. He could've made it work. He could've sold beer and cigarettes to the kids from Mary Margaret's but... heh, oh no, not him. [sniff] He was never gonna do what he had to do.
CDr. Cruz
Let's talk about the night you first called me. You sounded very distressed.
CDr. Cruz
Using a telephone must've been difficult for you.
I had to walk ten blocks to a payphone. That was extremely uncomfortable - probably almost a nine.
CDr. Cruz
What made it so important to talk to me that night?
...I'd had an incident. A very... public incident, perhaps the worst experience of my life. It was proven to me in public, and beyond the shadow of a doubt, that there was a battery—a fully charged battery—almost next to my skin for the better part of two hours... and I felt nothing.
CDr. Cruz
What does that mean to you?
This condition... to me, it's as real as that chair, it's as real as this house, it's as real as you. But... what if it's not? What if it's all in my head? And if that's true, if it's not real... then what have I done?
[Kim gives Howard a check during his luncheon. He confronts her at the valet]
I think it's pretty self-explanatory. [beat] Look, Howard, you were very generous when I left HHM, but it never sat right with me that you covered my law school loans.
Seemed to sit right at the time!
I appreciate the gift, but now that I'm able to afford it, I wanna pay you back.
Well, you "appreciate the gift."
You know what I'm doing in there? Take a guess. I'm doing damage control, and I'm doing it three meals a day for the past two weeks with every one of our clients! I am busting my ass, trying to repair the reputation of the firm after you and Jimmy dragged it through the mud!
I did everything in my power to defend my client.
Oh, is that what you're calling it?
That's the job, Howard. And by the way, it was all very convenient for you to ignore Chuck's illness when it suited you.
So I take you out of the mailroom, put you through law school, mentor you, and then when you leave and stab me in the back, that's my fault? I'm not cashing this.
[Howard tears up the check. Kim starts getting into her car]
Kim! Your debt is forgiven, but anything else? That's on you.
All Jimmy and I did was show the situation for what it is, and if you are hiding that from your clients? Well, Howard, that's on you.
[Mike visits Los Pollos Hermanos and talks to Gus in his backroom office.]
I've got a problem I think you can help me with. I've got cash I can't spend, about $200,000. If anything happens to me, my family will never see it. Now it seems to me, you opened this place to solve a similar problem.
And you think that solution... could be applied to you?
As a one time arrangement.
It would be unwise for us to be publicly associated, wouldn't you agree?
Because of the Salamancas.
If they were to take notice, there will be consequences for both of us.
I'm thinking a paper transaction.
Even so. Perhaps there is a way: one with a degree more... difficulty, but one I may be able to arrange.
Would twenty percent overcome this difficulty?
I would not take money from your family.
[After a beat, Gus stands up and extends his hand. Mike shakes it.]
[Hector and Gus face each other at an industrial location, flanked by their respective henchmen: Victor and Tyrus on Gus' side, and Arturo and Nacho on Hector's side. Hector communicates with Juan Bolsa via a cell phone placed on the table in front of him. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
JJuan (over cell phone)
Had a conversation with our friend by the pool. He's very pleased with our progress. He feels our consolidated transportation method is working. In fact, it works so well that our friend says this will be the only way, moving forward. Of course, your territory will stay yours forever. But this system has less exposure. Less risk. Everything moves through the Chilean. [beat] Can you hear me?
[Hector gets up and angrily throws the cell phone to the ground.]
Don Hector. I never asked for this. I do not want it.
[Hector keels over, on the verge of another coughing fit. Arturo tries to come to his aid.]
[Hector pushes him away and reaches for the vial of pills in his coat pocket, unaware that Nacho has tampered with them. He downs the whole vial, but he seemingly recovers with no ill effect. He turns to Gus.]
Fuck Eladio, fuck Bolsa, and fuck you.
[Nacho is sitting at a table in his father Manuel's kitchen with a glass of milk. His father approaches him. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
I was falling asleep to the news.
[Manuel sits across from his son]
Papa. A man is going to come to your shop. Soon. A bad man.
He'll want to run the place for a while. And you'll have to let him. Do you understand?
I've been working for them again. I know what you're thinking. You can scream at me, disown me, never speak to me again. But whatever happens, you must do what he says. I know what you're gonna want to do. But you can't. You can't, Papa. Do what he says, this will blow over in a few weeks. If you don't... I swear. I swear it will be over soon.
How can I believe anything you say?
Promise me you won't do anything stupid. Promise me, Papa. Please.
[beat] Get out of my house.
[Nacho quietly gets up, empties the glass of milk into the sink, and leaves.]
[Howard comes over to Chuck's house, having received notice that Chuck is suing the firm]
You're suing Hamlin Hamlin & McGill?!
[Howard steps into Chuck's kitchen while he's cooking. He notices that Chuck has restored the electricity.]
You turned the lights on?
I told you, I'm back to normal. And yes, I am suing HHM for breach of contract.
Do you have any idea what you're doing?!
I believe I do. I'm calling your bluff. This is my firm—I built it. Your father was working in a two-room office when I joined him. And you, I tutored for the Bar exam. You're not kicking me out. If you can't trust my judgment as you say, so be it. But you're gonna have to pay me for my share. I believe it comes to around $8 million. We both know the firm doesn't have the money.
[shocked] You'd rather tear down HHM than retire?
Do you think I'm trouble now, as your partner? Imagine me as your enemy.
Chuck. The damage that you're going to do...
If you'd like to discuss this further, we can in court. Until then... [shrugs] what else is there to say?
Lawsuits. Threats. Recriminations. This is a situation no law firm wants to be in. It's—Well, it's embarrassing. I know we all want a swift resolution here... so, what are our options? Take it to trial? Expensive, and extremely damaging to HHM's reputation. Not my first choice. Or yours, I imagine. The firm could choose to buy me out... for an amount that is almost certain to bankrupt it. I spent decades building this firm. I don't want to be the agent of its destruction. There is a third option; there's no reason we can't put all this unpleasantness behind us and continue on as we have been. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, and if you agree... I think we can settle all this right now with a simple handshake.
[Chuck holds out his hand to Howard]
[pause] ...Would you all give us the room for a moment?
[HHM's partners exit the boardroom]
Seventeen years. Eighteen in July, actually. All those years we built this place together. And all that time I've supported you. Looked up to you, deferred to you. Because I always thought you had the best interests of the firm in mind.
Mnh. You did. For a long time. But you've let personal vendettas turn your focus away from what's best for HHM. You've put your needs first. To our detriment.
I don't think that's accurate.
And the moment that I mildly suggest, with empathy and concern, that maybe it's time for you to consider retirement... the first instinct you have is to sue me?! To sue the firm? Well, I... I—I don't even know. I—In what world is that anything but the deepest betrayal of everything we worked so hard to accomplish? In what world is that anything but the deepest betrayal of our friendship?
Howard, I could argue that you're the one who betrayed me—
That's bullshit. And you know it. This is pointless.
[Howard hands Chuck an envelope]
The first of three payments, as per the partnership agreement.
The firm can't afford this. Are you... [surprised] ....you're not shutting down, are you?
I would never endanger the firm. This is mostly from my personal funds. And a few loans.
[astonished] You're paying me out of your own pocket.
I could've killed someone, Jimmy.
I worked most of last week on maybe six hours of sleep, and then I... I crossed three lanes of traffic and I don't remember any of it.
Look, you were just doing what you thought you had to do... because of me.
You didn't make me get in that car. That was all me. I'm an adult, I made a choice.
[pause] Hey. All I can say is... I am gonna fix things.
[Jimmy is stunned to see working electrical appliances in Chuck's house]
I always told you I'd get better. You just never believed me.
Sure I did. [pause] But Chuck... this is great! How did you do it?
What was it you wanted, beyond proof of life?
Oh. Uh, s—something happened, and it made me think about what—what went down between you and me. And so I wanted to say in hindsight, I could have made different choices.
Yeah. I mean, I'm not saying it's all on me. It's not. But if I had to do it all over again, I would maybe do some things differently. I just thought you should know that.
Why? Because you're my brother. There aren't that many of us McGills left and, uh, I think we should stick together.
No, why have regrets at all? What's the point?
Well, look at you. You're in so much pain. Why are you putting yourself through all this?
Because I wanted to tell you—
That you have regrets. And I'm telling you, don't bother. What's the point? You're just going to keep hurting people.
Jimmy, this is what you do. You hurt people over and over and over, and then there's this show of remorse.
I know you don't think it's a show. I don't doubt that your emotions are real. But what's the point of all the sad faces and the gnashing of teeth? If you're not going to change your behavior, and you won't...
...why not just skip the whole exercise? In the end, you're going to hurt everyone around you. You can't help it. So stop apologizing and accept it, embrace it. Frankly, I'd have more respect for you if you did.
What about you, Chuck? Hm? You didn't do anything wrong? You're just an innocent victim?
Let me put your mind at ease, Jimmy. You don't have to make up with me. We don't have to understand each other. Things are fine the way they are. Hey... [puts his hands around Jimmy's shoulders] I don't want to hurt your feelings. But the truth is, you've never mattered all that much to me.
[Hector, Nacho, Arturo, Gus, and Juan Bolsa confront each other in the lot of the upholstery shop belonging to Nacho's father.]
Don Hector. Don Eladio wanted me to speak with you face-to-face so there's no misunderstanding. From now on, there will be only one route over the border for our product: the chicken trucks. And that is final. But you must understand, this is for efficiency only. There's no disrespect to you or your family.
[gestures to Gus] What's he doing here?
The boss wants you to settle this.
I settle it right now, okay?
[sighs] You have to work together. It's what the boss wants.
I'd watch what I say if I were you.
Who you think you are? You should be kissing my ass right now! Me and my family, we built this whole business!
No, no! Salamanca did! Salamanca money! Salamanca blood!
That hacienda, I pay for it! And you treat us like dogs!
Hector, this isn't personal!
[Hector begins having a heart attack. He tries to take his pills, not knowing that Nacho spiked them. He falls over and loses consciousness.]
[Jimmy and Kim visit Chuck's house the morning after his suicide by fire, and react to his death]
[holding back emotion] He says it started in the living room. Somehow one of the lanterns was knocked over, and then... [beat] The inspector says it was over fast. Smoke inhalation. So he didn't suffer.
Yeah, they're gonna say that. Did you see the backyard? [Kim shakes her head] His microwave, his stereo, uh, the lights, dishwasher, all—all the kitchen stuff—everything electric is back there. The firemen didn't do that. He did that. [sighs] I saw him five days ago. He was listening to jazz, all the lights worked. He was himself. Something must have happened. Something made him relapse.
