[Hank and Gomez have had Tuco's uncle Hector brought to the interrogation room in hopes that he'll identify Jesse]
Gomie, you want to do the honors?
GGomez
[in Spanish] Good afternoon, Mr. Salamanca. Do you understand English?
[Hector rings the bell]
NNurse
That means, "yes". "Yes" is a bell, "no" is no bell.
Oh, c'mon! This is bullshit! I mean, look at this dude, alright? He doesn't even know what planet he's living on!
GGomez
Señor, are we on the planet Mars? [pause; no bell] Are we on the planet Saturn? [pause; still no bell] Are we on the planet Earth? [Hector rings the bell] Señor, is today Friday? [pause; no bell] Is today Monday? [pause; still no bell] Is today Tuesday? [Hector rings the bell]
Okay, seems like he's all there. Let's go for it.
GGomez
Señor, was this man at your house yesterday? [long pause; Hector does nothing] Señor, was this man at your house yesterday?
This guy right here, he was at your house, right? Was he doing business with your nephew Tuco?
GGomez
Señor, are you scared of this man?
Nah, he's not scared. C'mon granddad, why don't you wanna help us out?
[Hector turns to Hank, stands up, and defecates in his chair]
I guess that's a "no"....
I mean, what do we know about Gustavo Fring, huh? This whole friend of law enforcement thing? Could be a case of keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. I mean, he's got the money to finance this operation, maybe he's got the connections, too. Maybe–just maybe–he's our guy.
Hank, no offense, but I think you're really reaching.
GGomez
If your guy had his meeting at KFC, you wouldn't immediately assume that he's sitting down with Colonel Sanders.
You know, I couldn't agree more, guys. Gustavo Fring, blue meth... Whole thing is off-the-map nuts. I ought to be wearing a tinfoil hat, you know? Except I can't seem to wrap my mind around this one little thing, and that is, what are Gustavo Fring's fingerprints doing in Gale Boetticher's apartment?
So Hector Salamanca killed Fring. Then who gave Salamanca the bomb?
A whole lot of questions. Not much in the way of answers. Yet.
GGomez
The APD did find some of Fring's financials. That just might lead to something.
I had him out to my house. Fourth of July, cooked out in the backyard. My son shucked the corn, my daughter cut up potatoes. Fring brought sea bass. Every time I grill it now, I make a little foil pouch, just like he showed me. That whole night, we were laughing, telling stories, drinking wine. And he's somebody else completely...
[An expression of realization dawns on Hank's face]
...Right in front of me. Right under my nose.
[Saul represents Mike at a DEA meeting]
To what do we owe the pleasure?
Well, gentlemen, we're here to discuss the illegal harassment of my client.
[chuckles] This should be good.
Mr. Ehrmantraut has become the subject of a vicious, relentless and unwarranted DEA persecution.
Gomey, does uh... does that sound right to you?
GGomez
I have no idea what he's talking about.
Play it as cool as you like, Fonzie, but we all know you've been following my client day and night. The poor man can't even spend a few moments with his granddaughter without you guys quivering in the bushes, and peeping through your little binoculars. It's–Well, it's disturbing! [chuckles] And it's taken a toll on his mental and physical well-being.
[looks Mike over] Your client looks fine to me.
Well, some hurts only show on the inside. Now, you guys don't even have warrants for these tails, do you?
Theoretically, these "tails" you refer to would be completely within the boundaries of the law.
GGomez
You don't need a warrant to follow somebody through a public place, theoretically.
Now, that is, uh... theoretically correct. However, I would counter that an open-ended, unrestricted surveillance like this amounts to, uh... stalking. [Hank laughs] Which is illegal. Now, I don't know what it is you find so interesting about my client, and I'm not here to judge–different strokes and all–but sadly, he's just not that into you. So, I have filed a temporary restraining order against the DEA, on behalf of Mr. Ehrmantraut.
...Where'd you get your law degree, Goodman? The same clown college you got that suit?
You know who likes this suit? Judge Papadoumian; she thinks I'm a snappy dresser. You know what Judge Papadoumian hates? Police harassment of a senior citizen. [Mike leers at him] Sorry. Expect a visit from the sheriff, Agents. You should have your ex parte within the hour.
HHuell
I didn't know he was gonna kill him.
Relax. Look, if we thought you did, you'd be in lockup for conspiracy to commit murder instead of here under our protection.
GGomez
So just tell us everything you know about White so we can get him before he gets to you.
HHuell
Why would he wanna kill me? I ain't done nothin' to him.
Who knows with this guy? From what he said to Goodman, it may have something to do with him trying to tie up loose ends regarding his poisoning some kid named Brock. Or maybe it's because you know where his money is.
HHuell
I don't know where his money is.
GGomez
That ain't what we heard.
HHuell
Well, you ain't listened to the people in the know.
[after handcuffing Walt] Agent Gomez, should we flip a coin for the honors?
GGomez
No way, man. It's all yours.
Walter White, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the government's expense. Do you understand these rights as I have just recited them to you?
[Jesse spits on Walt's face]
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