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[Bicycle gears whirring, chain clicks]

[The Dreamliners' "The Best Things in Life" plays]

♪♪

[Bell rings]

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do ♪

♪ A shady tree ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ So young and free ♪

♪ Yes, these are the best things in life ♪

♪ Right place ♪

[Bell rings] ♪ A warm embrace ♪

♪ A smiling face ♪

♪ Yes, these are the best things in life ♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪

Oh, no.

Really?

I thought it'd be just the trim.

Of all the colours, why would you pick that?

Use adobe red, if you want red.

What do you even call that?

Fire engine red?

Tomato red.

Their poor neighbours.

Mmh. Mmh.

♪♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do, do-doo-do ♪

♪ So come and fly ♪

♪ Right through the sky ♪

♪ And tell your guy ♪

Ugh. What an eyesore.

There's no way the Homeowners' Association

approved that colour.

Barb's gonna have a cow.

Whew.

Maybe I could put a bug in her ear...

What can Barb do?

That place isn't even in Mountain View.

It's Enchantment Hills over there.

Enchantment Hills starts at Pinon Lane.

Remember when the Westlakes planted those Quaking Aspens?

That whole mess?

I thought the Westlakes proved

their lot was in Enchantment Hills.

They paid for a land survey.

Really?

Where'd you hear that?

Robbie Davis, maybe.

I'll double-check the map after I shower.

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Want some?

Nah. I'm good.

♪♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do ♪

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪

Is that iced tea?

♪ Do-doo-do, do-doo-doo-do-do ♪ Mrs. Ryman: Would you like some?

Love some. Thank you, Ma'am.

♪ So come and fly ♪

♪ Right through the sky ♪

♪ And tell your guy ♪

♪ That these are the best things in life ♪

♪ Do-doo-do-do, do-doo-do ♪

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74 [Benny Green's "Glidin' Along" playing]

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[Gearshift clicks, engine shuts off, music stops]

[Birds chirping]

[Car alarm beeps]

[Groans]

[Sighs]

How's it going?

Eh. Status quo.

You know, hummin' along.

We did land a pretty big client last week, though.

Insurance outfit in Santa Fe.

They cover most of the high-end real estate up there.

Great.

But, Howard, I'm not a shareholder. [Both chuckle]

I'm -- I'm just getting warmed up.

Although I still think you would make one hell of litigator.

Ah. Appreciate that, but I'll pass.

At home, things are more or less the same.

It's not any worse --

I guess I should be grateful for that.

It's like we're...

deadlocked.

Cheryl still won't talk about anything...important.

You tried what we discussed? Yes.

Yes, I did, but...

I did have a dream.

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So I look over the old man's ticket,

and it's clearly an international flight,

so we search for his gate number --

but all the signs are in a language I can't read.

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[Car alarm beeps]

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[Sighs]

[Engine starts]

[Benny Green's "Glidin' Along" plays]

[Music shuts off]

[Exhales sharply]

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[Sighs]

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[Chair thudding]

[Birds chirping]

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[Metal scraping]

[Indistinct conversations]

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Kim!

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Any traffic?

Nope. Straight shot down 25.

This is us.

Thanks for meeting me.

I imagine you're swamped when you're in town.

Today's not too bad. In fact, I have a meeting

at your old stomping ground, with Schweikart.

Oh. Tell Rich I said hi.

Of course. How's Jimmy?

He's great. Thanks for asking.

How about Alice? She's doing well.

She's taking up baking, and, uh, no complaints here.

[Chuckles] Well, lucky you. Don't I know it.

I hear this place makes a killer latte. Yeah.

They give Java Joe's a run for their money, if you ask me.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Tires screech]

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[Horn honking]

[Woman coughing]

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[Woman coughs]

Jimmy: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on!

Had a customer.

Okay, okay, but it's time to go.

C'mon! We gotta get moving!

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Wait. What are ya doing?

No, no, no, no, no. Hey. Come on.

We gotta move. We gotta move.

I'm getting a root beer.

No, no. We have a schedule.

Remember? We discussed it.

I put two quarters in.

I will buy you an entire case when we're done.

Here we go. Right in. Whew.

All the way.

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[Tires screech]

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[Tires screech, gearshift clicks]

[Sighs]

[Keypad beeps]

[Exhaling heavily]

[Clears throat]

Everything okay?

Sure.

Do we need to go over it again?

Nah.

Well, just remember --

keep your feet out of the way

'cause I'm gonna have to leave in a hurry.

[Sighs]

What?

I really like your hair.

It's not -- Thank you.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

What if there was a different way?

What if there was an independent team of lawyers --

maybe four or five of them --

who were dedicated to taking on the difficult cases?

I'm not saying a few lawyers can solve

a massive, systemic problem,

but they could make it better.

And why come to me with this?

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Well, if I wanted to shine you on,

I'd tell you it's because

you're known for your social conscience.

But the truth is

it's because of your connections in state government.

You can make things happen.

Fair enough.

Kim, the firm has a service committee.

I should tell you to go to them

and get in line with all the other worthy causes.

But you're putting your money where your mouth is.

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I'm sure you've heard something about my son's drug problem.

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Gregory's struggle gave me a more, let's say,

personal view of the legal system.

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Kim, I think you've got something here.

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[Slurps]

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[Cellphone beeps]

[Gearshift clicks, tires squeal]

You can't skimp on the support staff.

They're the beating heart of the operation.

[Tires screeching] I know that's true in our office --

[Brakes squeal]

No, no! No! No!

Jesus.

You son of a bitch! [Groans]

[Tires screech]

You twisted deadbeat piece of shit!

Wasn't that...Howard?

God damn it! [Tires screech]

You owe me!

Man: Ma'am, are you okay?

You owe me! Ma'am...

I mean... Nobody does that to me!

I don't know. It happened so fast.

Damn it! He owes me! What a rip-off!

Damn you!

[Benny Green's "Glidin' Along" playing]

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No. No!

They moved the cone?!

What kinda asshole moves a cone?!

[Exhales heavily]

Ohh. Crap.

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[Gearshift clicks]

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[Brakes squeal, gearshift clicks]

[Tires screech]

[Engine shuts off]

[Exhaling sharply]

[Car beeps]

[Birds chirping]

[Grunting]

[Grunting continues]

Nngh!

[Breathing heavily]

Nngh!

[Car alarm beeps]

[Engine starts]

[Benny Green's "Glidin' Along" plays]

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Hey, listen. Um...

Be careful, okay?

Okay.

[Sighs]

What?

Five-O.

That kills business for the rest of the day.

Always hassling me.

Undercover cops?

Yep.

Well, listen, if you ever have any legal problems,

give me a call, anytime.

No charge.

Thanks.

[Breathes deeply]

[Suspenseful music plays]

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288 Kim: [Laughing] Jimmy: So I pulled the Jag into the loading zone

and I start scrapping with this hunk of metal.

Oh, my God. It was in deep.

Like down-a-well deep.

[Laughing] So I just...wrestled it!

Nngh! Like a freakin' bear!

And I -- nngh! -- jam it in the dirt in front of the Jag.

[Claps hands] Boom!

Barely made it out of there by the skin of my teeth.

Who moves cones?!

Who does that? Narcissists.

[Chuckles] You're damn right.

[Laughs]

So you think Cliff really bought it, huh?

One hundred percent. You should have seen his face.

It landed, trust me.

[Sighs]

God, it was beautiful.

[Chuckles]

Oh. And that is not all.

Spill.

So, I'm doing the stall,

I'm telling Cliff what I'm doing,

what I wanna be doing.

All I'm thinking about is

I gotta stretch this out until you get there.

But then, I don't know, I kind of got caught up in it.

And then...

Cliff went for it.

I mean, like, really went for it.

What does that mean? Like money?

I-I don't think he'll write a check himself.

But he knows people.

And I think he'll deliver.

You're kidding.

[Laughing] I know! How great is that?

This is unbelievable.

Are we on a roll or are we on a roll?

[Chuckles] [Laughing] Geez.

[Sighs]

[Insects chirping]

You ever feel like you're being followed?

When I dropped Wendy off at the motel,

she thought she was being watched by some undercover cops.

But then, when I drove away,

that same car was behind me.

Right after I spotted them, they disappeared.

Well, you know what they say.

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth."

You think we're wicked?

No. What? [Chuckles]

It's just a turn of phrase.

[Chuckles]

[Boston accent] I think you're wicked hawt.

[Normal voice] Alright.

Listen to the voice of experience, okay?

You know why you're feeling like this?

Because we got away with it.

It seems too good to be true.

But trust me, nobody is following you.

No one knows what we're doing except for us.

Okay?

Okay.

I get it. Under the circumstances,

I wouldn't want to be anywhere near a police station

if I were you either.

[Exhales sharply] I'll tell you what.

Um, the mahogany in my conference room

is currently getting buffed out,

so I'm using my satellite office at Juan Tabo and Skyline.

I'm letting a nail salon, you know, use the lobby,

so my office is in the back.

Meet me there at 3:00.

[Briefcase thuds] Great! Thanks.

How's it hanging, Steve-O? [Wand squeals]

Shoes. Belt. Jacket.

I'm sorry. What?

Shoes. Belt. Jacket.

Seriously? Since when?

It's procedure, sir.

"Sir"? [Chuckles]

[Sighs]

[Keys thud] Why'd I hit the jackpot?

Never can tell.

[Object thuds]

Hey. How you doing on this beautiful day?

Did you, uh, catch that cookie bouquet

that I sent for Carlos' birthday?

'Cause I put a few extra

white chocolate macadamias in there, just for you.

What do you need?

Me? Uh - Nothing. Nothing!

But I have a "friend" who could use a --

a preliminary hearing rescheduled.

Uh, Gonzalez v. New Mexico.

My "friend" is looking for a Friday around nine a.m. --

you know, before the judge's fourth cup of coffee

because, uh, caffeine jitters --

they're brutal on the defence, so...

What "friend"?

[Sighs] I don't believe you two have met.

[Briefcase opens]

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

What is this?

A hearing change request form.

Hey, come on. It's me...

Look, Mommy. I just graduated.

I -- I can't use a pen.

I have no opposable thumbs.

[Sign thuds]

[Elevator bell dings]

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey! Hannah Banana!

Hey, yourself.

[Cart rattling]

[Quarters clinking]

[Buttons clicking]

[Whirring]

[Thud]

Come on, Bill. That's no way to treat a lady.

You got to make love to it, Bill.

You know, be gentle -- that's the way to do it.

Think Barry White, think seduction.

[Clunk, thud]

[Flap clangs] [Sighs]

Voilà.

[Door bangs] What the hell is going on?

How come everyone's treating me

like I'm covered in oozing pus sores?

I liked you better

when you were just a regular bottom feeder.

But this...

"This"? What is "this"?

I understand advocating for your client.

Deep in my heart, I get it.

But you scammed the court, you scammed the judge.

And for what?

To get a murdering cartel psychopath

back out on the street?

It's just...

wrong.

That's a lotta big talk, Bill. Prove it.

Prove it, Bill!

There's proving, and then there's knowing.

[Door closes]

Abe, you don't want to go back to county, do you?

Nuh-uh.

Okay. So the meetings?

I'll go.

Great.

Then I'll see you Tuesday,

nine a.m. sharp.

[Pen scratching]

[Paper rustling]

[Chris Lancry & Jacques Mercier's "South of the Border" playing]

You want this?

I do.

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Take your time.

[Pad thuds]

[Indistinct conversations]

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[Silverware clinking]

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Man: Enjoy.

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Yeah, you can sit anywhere you want. That's fine.

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Abe, would you mind watching my stuff?

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Hey. Hello.

Nice day.

Are you following me?

I'm sorry?

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Are you following me?

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What are you, APD?

Know what?

I think you're following me,

and if you're not gonna identify yourselves,

then I'm calling in your plates because I feel threatened.

[Engine starts]

Sorry if we've disturbed you.

[Gearshift clicks] You have a nice day, ma'am.

478 [Indistinct conversations]

[Slurps]

Oh, yeah. Yeah, please.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Cellphone buzzes and beeps]

[Headset beeps]

Saul Goodman, speedy justice for you.

Uh, no, there's no charge for the initial consultation.

Today?

Yeah, um...

I have an opening around 3:30.

Oh, I'm working out of my satellite office.

It's at Juan Tabo and Skyline.

I'm letting a nail salon use the lobby,

so office is in back.

Great. Uh, your name?

Dante.

See you then.

[Sighs]

[Cellphone buzzes and beeps] [Headset beeps]

Saul Goodman, speedy justice for you.

Yeah. Uh, yeah. I do have an opening today --

Oh, hold on. I'm getting another call.

Saul Goodman, speedy justice for you.

Um, hold, please.

[Headset beeps] My apologies.

I'm [clears throat] having a bit of a rush here today.

[Brakes squeal, engine shuts off]

[Bells jingle]

You get these people out right now.

What? These guys? Are they bothering you?

Not them. Inside!

[I Campioni's "La Vita E Colorata" playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

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Who's here to see Saul Goodman?

You're him? You're Saul?

Yeah.

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Then you're the guy, right?

What guy's that?

Salamanca's guy.

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[Clears throat] Yeah.

That's me. [Clears throat]

Everybody who has an appointment already --

Uh, oh, you know -- you know what?

Um...

[Sighs, clears throat]

Uh, Mr. "Spooge"?

It's just "Spooge."

Just Spooge. Duly noted. Alright.

Um, Gael Morengo?

Okay. Uh, let's see.

Is there a Dante? Mm-hmm.

And Rocco Kubler. Okay.

Everybody else, um, kindly wait outside, alright?

Unless -- Unless you desire spa services while you wait.

Uh, that's a separate charge, but it-- it's highly recommended.

The -- The best pedicures in Albuquerque,

right here. [Chuckles]

Saul: Six.

Lucky number seven.

Oh, you're with him?

And eight.

Nice leathers.

Uh, okay, together.

And nine.

[Clears throat] Wow.

Um, thank you all for your patience.

And...justice for all!

["Lacrima E Mare" playing]

[Bells jingle] Cucumber water for paying customers only.

Oh, believe me, they're gonna be paying.

"Spooge"!

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Oh, Spooge and friend. Okay. Good. This way.

[Singing in Spanish]

Hi, ma'am.

[Beads clinking]

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Yeah, hang -- hang a left at the washing machine.

There you go.

I'll see you next week, Rosa.

And it was nice meeting you, Pilar.

Don't forget to bring as many family members as you can.

We will. Thank you, Ms. Wexler.

Take care.

[Teri Norton's "Isle of Misery" playing]

[Doors closing]

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Shelby: All done for today?

Yeah. Here you go.

Just keep it, Shelby.

Thanks, Kim. See you tomorrow?

You bet.

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Mike: They're gone.

I'm sorry?

The two men that were following you.

They're gone.

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Do I know you?

Would you mind sitting for a moment?

And I will answer any questions I can.

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I have men watching you and your husband.

I'm not with the police, and as far as I know,

they're not investigating either of you.

I do know that you've been up to a few things

that you probably would rather keep private.

I don't care.

That's not what this is about.

I'm trying to solve a problem of my own.

What problem?

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Lalo Salamanca.

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Lalo Salamanca's dead.

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He...

isn't.

We're watching anyone he might contact.

That includes you and your husband.

Most likely, he'll never reach out.

He's got bigger fish to fry.

But in the thousand-to-one chance that he does...

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And who do you work for?

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I said I would answer anything I can.

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You're the guy from the desert.

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The one who was out there with Jimmy.

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Why are you telling me this and not him?

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Because I think you're made of sterner stuff.

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Alright.

Now here's what's best for everyone.

You spot my guys again, which I'm hoping you won't,

let them go about their business.

Just pretend they're not there.

And pretty soon they won't be.

You and your husband

just...

go on living your lives.

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I do know you.

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You worked in the parking booth at the courthouse.

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You're the attendant.

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I was.

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[Scoffs]

[Breathing shakily]

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642 [Clicking]

[Engine shuts off]

Hi...

[Children shouting playfully]

[Sighs]

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Man: The markets will continue to be in a state of flux

until the Fed tightens interest rates.

Some days we'll feel pretty good about the rate

of economic recovery, other days not so much.

Because of these macro issues.

The deficit, interest rates, oil prices, what have you...

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[Sighs]

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[Switch clicks]

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[Switches thudding, bolt clicks]

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Mrs. Ryman: I think I saw that somewhere. Here!

Mrs. Ryman: Nope.

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How's your edge coming along?

I'm still missing two...

Mr. Ryman: You found all your edge pieces.

I thought I did.

Maybe we lost a few.

These trees are killing me.

The pieces all look exactly the same.

Then work on the cabin. I could.

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[Dog barking in distance]

[Sighs]

There was a green Ford van.

It was behind me for almost three blocks.

A '98 Econoline. We ran the plate.

Guy's a freelance plumber.

He's legit.

The man you placed in my kitchen.

Roy.

You told me

that he had experience as a short-order cook.

Two years at McDonald's in college.

He's not there just to make French fries.

I need guys in close.

He's not up to Pollos standards.

I'll find a replacement.

We're stretched thin.

I've got guys working 18-hour days all over town.

Two weeks. We haven't had a tickle.

And?

All due respect,

the rest of the world thinks the guy is dead.

Lalo Salamanca is alive.

[Exhales slowly]

Then where is he?

[Engine shuts off]

[Sighs]

[Footsteps approach]

Hey.

Hey.

How was your day?

Uh, what are we doing here?

Take a look. What do you think?

About what?

My new office. Potentially.

Come on. [Car alarm beeps]

[Sighs]

[Insects chirping]

Kim: Huh.

Mrs. Nguyen kicked me to the curb.

What? Why?

It's a long story, but upshot is

she wants me outta there with extreme prejudice.

Wow.

Bad day, huh?

No. It was a great day.

With actual paying clients.

The word is out!

People are throwing cash retainers at me --

just to say Saul Goodman is their lawyer.

Because of who you represented.

Well, I mean, that's part of it.

But, um, the bottom line is

I need a new place to do business -- pronto.

Now, this place is a shithole,

but the price is right

and I think I can talk the landlord into a month-to-month.

So it's temporary, you know, 'til I find something better.

[Sighs]

Hey.

What do you think?

It's small.

It's...dirty.

And this whole place smells funny.

But the courthouse is five blocks away.

You can't get to MDC without driving past.

Parking is good, bail bond row isn't far,

and, uh...

Taco Cabeza is just around the corner.

Might be a diamond in the rough.

Just promise me...

...you won't move the toilet.

[Chuckles]

There it is. Alright.

Um, speaking of the Taco Cabeza...

I'm starving. Let's do it.

[Vehicle passes]

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