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- Tell me about the electricity.
- I know how it sounds but it's real.

I'm picking up that driver.
And if he knows you, that's bad.

The cops keeping it out of the papers.

He wanted to put the cops onto Hector.

- He forgot all about you.
- I haven't forgotten him.

1261 Rosella Drive, Scottsdale, Arizona.

This was no mistake.

He sabotaged me.

Remember me? The answer is no.

I know he was here. I know what he did.

Father Brady's in the chapel.

Just push the call button
if you want to see him.

When was the last time you ate?

What?

Food.

Have you had any lately?

I'm fine.

Come on, Chuck, let's go over to Novi's

and stretch our legs, get
some air, couple of hoagies.

You want to get a sandwich? Now?

Just a thought.

Remember that time I accidentally invited

Kathy and Cheryl to Mom's surprise party?

It was, kind of, tricky
out on the dance floor.

It was a fun night.

I just remember the whole
family cleaning up after you.

And Mom leaving her own birthday party

to drive one of them home.

Mom'll be okay for a few minutes.

It's been three days.
It could be three more.

Okay?

Let's go, buddy.

Jimmy, you want to eat, go eat.

I'll bring you something...

um, roast beef, no tomato,
Italian on the side.

All right?

'Kay. Be right back.

Mom?

Mom?

Jimmy.

No, Mom, it's me... Chuck.

Jimmy.

No, Mom, it's m...

So this is it, then?

I'm sorry.

She has that DNR.

Is your brother in the building?

We can use the intercom.

No.

Charles... is there anyone
you want us to call?

H-Hey.

Hey.

Chuck.

Hey, Chuck.

Chuck, where's Mom? What happened?

She's gone.

What? W-When?

How did...

Did she wake up? Did she say anything?

No.

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Call 911.

Call 911!

Ernie, get out here!

Hey, what the hell are you doing?!

- Hey!
- Come back tomorrow.

It'll be half the price.

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

I got paper towels. Good.

A guy came in, and now there's blood, uh...

Um, yeah, hold on. Hold on one second.

Chuck. Come on. Come on.

Chuck. Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, Chuck, with us, buddy?
- The copy center.

Chuck.

615 Gold.

Buddy, y-you okay?

No, he doesn't look blue.

Hey.

- We're gonna get you to the hospital, okay?
- Lance.

Everything will be all right.

I work here.

Hang tight, Charles.

We're almost there.

Watch yourself.

Coming through.

On 3. 1, 2, 3.

Transferring.

Okay.

This is Charles McGill, late 50s.

He had a syncopal episode at a print shop,

witnessed by an employee.

Estimated loss of consciousness
was one minute.

His vitals are stable.

He's got a laceration on his forehead

that appears to need suturing.

Charles, how you doing tonight?

Can you talk to me?

Seizure activity?

Not in transfer and none reported.

No urinary incontinence.

Do we have any family members?

- There's a brother in the waiting room.
- Okay.

How much fluid did you give him?

- Mnh.
- That's the first liter.

- Lights.
- What's that, Charles?

Mnh, you have to turn off the lights.

- No, we can't do that right now, sweetie.
- Ohh! God.

- You fell and hit your head.
- Mnh.

We're gonna need to do some tests, okay?

- No.
- We can't...

- We need the lights on to help you.
- No.

Charles, can you squeeze
my hand really hard?

Turn the lights...

Mnh. What is that?

Okay, we're just checking
your oxygen there, Charles.

- Ow!
- Do you have any allergies?

No.

Are you on any medications?

Ohh, no. Mnh.

Okay. I'm gonna move your arms and legs,

- and you tell me if there's any pain, okay?
- Ow.

- Can we get an EKG?
- What? To what?

Gentlemen, did we get an EKG?

- What?
- He's on a five-lead now.

- Okay. We didn't get a 12-lead.
- No.

Okay, Tricia, we're gonna
need a 12-lead, please.

No EKG! No EKG!

Yes, Charles, we need to do o EKG okay?

- No, you don't understand.
- Charles.

- I have a condition!
- Charles, we need...

I have a hypersensitivity to electricity!

Okay, but you need to lie still...

Charles, please push your
feet against my hands.

- so we examine your head and your neck...
- Very good.

- make sure your heart's all right, okay?
- Get these out of here.

- No, you can't touch this.
- No, I... I have a condition.

- Tricia, can I get a light?
- I did not give you my consent.

- You can't touch that.
- You have no right to do this!

- We need to monitor your heart, okay?
- Get these out of here!

- Charles.
- Just relax.

- The lights, please.
- Just relax.

Please stay calm, Charles.

Ohhh!

Charles, you need to cooperate with us.

This is gonna be very easy.

We're just gonna draw a little bit of blood,

suture up your wound,
and do a very simple CAT scan.

- No! No CAT scan!
- Okay, c-calm, calm.

No CAT scan!

Tricia, can we please get some restraints?

- You don't understand!
- Gentlemen, please come in here.

- Please, turn off the lights.
- You have to hold him down, restrain him.

- Please turn off the lights!
- Charles...

- Right here...
- We need you to calm down.

- You're killing me!
- Calm down, Charles.

Just gonna get them
and figure it out for you.

We got you.

Just keep your head down.

How's he doing?

I'd love to be able to tell you,

but we can't know for sure
until we do those tests.

You know what I'm gonna say.

Why can't you just go old-school...

you know, look at his pupils,

use a stethoscope... that kinda thing?

He doesn't want to be here.

What he wants and what he needs

are two very different things, Jimmy.

We don't know if he lost consciousness

because of a heart-related issue
or if it was a mild stroke.

We don't know if his spine has been injured

if his brain is swelling.

He likely has a concussion, at least.

Chuck is once again refusing these tests

because they involve being
bombarded by electricity...

his words.

Nothing has changed since
the last time he was in here.

Look, I don't know how to
explain this any clearer.

I'm not committing him.

What about a Temporary
Emergency Guardianship?

I mean, he fits the parameters.

You're telling me

he's in need of medical care so urgent

that we can't wait around
on court procedure.

- Most certainly.
- Yeah.

And Chuck is not able to
understand the consequences.

I mean, he can understand them, but he...

Absolutely.

A judge will see it that way, too.

And then I take him home, and it's over.

Pending results and proper treatment, yes.

I know a judge we can call right now.

Let me be the one to tell him.

Hey, buddy. How's it going?

Chuck.

Well, if it isn't Johnny-on-the-spot.

What? What does that mean?

Is Ernesto out there?

Yeah. Can I get you something?

Ernesto!

Come in here, please!

Look, just take it easy.

Ernesto!

Just put your stuff in there.

I got him.

How are you feeling, Mr. McGill?

Ernesto, how long was I unconscious

in that print shop?

I'm not sure.

30 seconds, a minute?

- 2 minutes?
- I'd say maybe about a minute.

You were kinda in and out.

And how long was I lying on the floor

before the ambulance arrived?

About 10 minutes, I think,
but I didn't look at the clock.

And yet, you were there.

Chuck, can we, uh...

There's only one way

you could have gotten there so quickly...

you never left.

I think you're getting all wound up.

Can you just take a few deep br...

You bribed him...

that kid behind the counter.

What?

Between the time Ernesto left and I arrived,

you paid that half-wit to swear

- he'd never laid eyes on you.
- Mr. McGill.

And then you stuck around to watch.

Why? Just wanted to see me suffer?

- Hmm?
- Mr. McGill.

Just wanted to have a laugh at my expense?

I called him.

What?

I called Jimmy earlier,
before I picked you up.

He showed up when he did
because I called him.

I was worried about you, and I just...

I called him.

I'm sorry.

Get out... Both of you.

Chuck, there's something that I have to do,

and I'm really sorry...

Really, truly sorry,

but I gotta do it, and it's for you.

You're trying to have me committed.

No, it's a Temporary...

Temporary Emergency Guardianship...

to-may-to, to-mah-to.

Well, you've finally
got me where you want me.

Hey, you look beat.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

I'm fine to hang out, you know?

Whatever you need.

Nah. We're good here.

Hey, Ernie.

Uh, how come you said that about calling me?

I don't know, man.

Look, I didn't want to say anything,

but your brother...

the way he's been
talking about you lately...

it's like... He's really
out to get you, Jimmy.

And... I don't know.

You're my friend.

Thanks.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I miss the mailroom.

Are you familiar with the Hippocratic oath?

You should be.

One of the oldest
binding documents in history.

Primum non nocere... First, do no harm.

This is not the way to treat my condition.

It's as though I had a...
an allergy to penicillin,

and yet, you persist on treating
my infection with it.

I appreciate the analogy, Charles,

but I don't think it quite fits.

Look, we'll have you in and out of Radiology

before you know it, all right?

Then we can see about
getting that neck collar off

and get you moving around.

Okay, Charles, the scan is starting now.

The table that you're on is going to move.

You're gonna hear a sound
that might seem loud to you,

but it's nothing to worry about.

Still no word?

Jesus.

How long is this gonna take?

She said that whole test
would be like 10 minutes.

Maybe they had to start over.

What... 20 times?

He should be home.

Jimmy, you're doing the right thing.

Would you get your work out, please?

Because God knows how much
longer we're gonna be here.

I'd feel better if you were doing something,

you know, unhospital-y.

Unhospital-y.

I'm on it.

You know what?

- I'm gonna go ask for an update.
- Okay. Good idea.

You are the greatest generation.

- Jimmy.
- What?

You didn't start World War II,

but you sure as heck finished it.

And if that weren't enough,

you sent a rocket 300 feet tall to the moon.

Now, in your golden years,

you need someone looking out for you,

someone you can trust,

a man who says what he does

and does what he says.

When you need someone to count on...

- Gimme Jimmy!
- Gimme Jimmy!

Gimme Jimmy!

Because moxie is in such
short supply these days.

Jimmy McGill... A lawyer you can trust.

It's really good, Jimmy.

You made a really good commercial.

Thanks.

Jimmy.

Oh, finally. So, how is he?

Well, the good news is that,
physically, he's okay.

The radiologist said everything looks normal

with Charles' head and spine,

so we took his neck collar off.

His head wound will heal just fine.

We gave him a tetanus shot

because his immunization records
were not current.

I'm sure that's no surprise to you.

And... And... And his heart?

Strong.

The EKG was normal.

As far as losing consciousness,
my best guess is

Charles had what's called
a stress-related syncope.

It's basically a panic attack,

but no signs of a stroke or cardiac event.

However, there was...

a complication.

Chuck? Hey, buddy, it's me.

They said everything looks good,
so let's get you outta here.

What do you say?

What's wrong with him?

Whatever you gave him should've
worn off already, right?

We watched him for several hours.

We even gave him what's
called a reversal agent.

So, yes, the sedative wore off.

- This is something else.
- What?

We think it's a state
of self-induced catatonia.

"We"... always with the "we."

I think it's you.

You're the only doctor in the room.

I think you fried his brain
with that machine.

Jimmy.

I'm sorry. This is bullshit.

Jimmy.

What next?

When I first treated Charles,
he was in a similar state.

Wouldn't you agree?

I have to believe
that it's just a matter of time

before he comes out of it.

Matter of time.

Fine, then. I'll wait right here.

Shot left. 1.5 minutes.

How many rounds've gone through the tube?

For a 762?

You can put 3,500 through it and never know.

It's about how tight she shoots.

And this one's tight as they come.

I'd say there's a breeze
picking up downrange.

Your barrel gonna be cold?

Let's suppose so.

Well, then, you'd better have
paid attention to that shot.

Uh-huh. I'd better have.

Adjusting right, 1.5 minutes.

Send it.

Hit.

Center hit.

I suggest you don't change up your ammo.

Stick with the 168
grain boat-tail hollow point...

if it's an open shot, that is.

Now, if you got to shoot
through a heavy window,

I'll up you to a 180.

But as you know, you'll have
to recalculate the shot.

168 will do it.

How many boxes?

Just the one.

No, it's on the house.

Uh, one last thing.

No offense.

None taken.

Ohh.

Jimmy, can I get some water?

Chuck. Hey, buddy, you're back with us.

How you...

Can I get some water, please?

Yeah, yeah, water.

Mnh.

Mnh.

Oh, shit. Sorry.

Want some more?

Mm.

Oh.

Last thing I remember

was that machine they put me in.

How long was I out for?

Was... 20 hours.

And next order of business...
get you the hell outta here.

Where to next?

Some insane asylum in Las Cruces?

Someplace you can really
tuck me away, but good?

Home, Chuck. You're going home.

Well, your heart's okay,

and so is that crack on your head,

so that's all I wanted to know.

What about the T.E.G.?

The "T" stands for "Temporary," right?

You wanna go to bed?

No, no. It's... It's cooler down here.

What can I get you?

I'll make you some tea...
uh, the good stuff,

not that brown water they have
at the hospital.

I'm fine.

I'll make you some tea.

Jimmy. No.

Just...

You've done your duty.

You can go now.

That came out a bit harsh.

Look, I've been zapped
and poked and prodded,

and now I just I wanna be left alone.

If things start going south for you again,

how am I even gonna know?

I'm fine. I promise.

See?

Feeling better already.

I mean, I don't even have a key, so...

Can I get Ernie back here?

Would you let me do that for you, at least?

You need someone looking in on ya.

You gotta eat, right?

All right.

Feel better, Chuck.

Por favor!

All right, I will get right on that.

I should have it for you by early next week.

You have yourself a
wonderful day, Mr. Collins.

Oh! There you go.

Yeah, get the sunglasses out.

It's very bright.

Gotta protect the old' peepers.

You gotta...

Yep, looking sharp.

Bingo.

Uh, bye-bye, now.

Okay.

Folks, I'm sorry about the wait,

but the attention I give each client means

sometimes, things get a little... backed up.

Uh... but I promise

to get to each and every one of you in turn.

Mrs. DeShazo, my dear,
I believe you're next.

But first, may I get anybody some coffee?

Can I talk to you?

Uh, excuse me one second.

We have got to get a
receptionist... like, yesterday.

Jimmy, Howard just called.

He says he has been trying
to reach you all morning.

So? Tell him to stop bothering
you and leave me a message.

It's about Chuck.

It's important... That's all he'll say.

Okay.

Unfortunately, uh, my associate tells me

I'm needed for some brief
but pressing legal business.

I just need to make one quick phone call.

Uh, in the meantime,
who was it who wanted coffee?

Yeah, okay, uh, this young lady
will get you coffee...

and, also, doughnuts if there are any left.

I want coffee, but I do not want cream.

Hey, Julie, it's me,
returning Howard's call.

Yeah.

Hey, what's up?

Jimmy, I have just one question...

Are you behind this?

Am I behind what?

Jimmy, I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now.

- Come back later.
- No, no, no.

Come on. Open the door.

I know why you're here.
We can discuss it later.

Right now I'm busy. Goodbye.

You happy now?

It's not right... Me not having
a key to this place.

Chuck?

So, Chuck... uh, what's up?

Um...

You got a little, uh...

You got a little, uh, uh, project going on?

Uh, something you maybe wanna tell me about?

What do you say Chuck? Clue me in?

These walls are plaster and lath...

completely invisible to the radio spectrum.

No protection at all...

I might as well be standing
in the middle of a pasture.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I should've done this from the start.

What, you should've done
this, with the, uh...

See, I think these walls
are pretty solid. I think...

See, what I really need
is a proper Faraday cage.

That's what I need.

I think we need to sit down,
take a break, buddy.

Please?

Do not patronize me, Jimmy.

I'm not crazy, all right?

What? I never said you were crazy.

That... You're probably exhausted,

a-and justifiably.

Hey, come on. Hey.

Five minutes, and then right back at it.

I'm fine.

Come on, Chuck.

Just a break.

- Careful.
- I know.

Ohh.

Howard tells me you quit HHM.

I didn't quit.

I retired.

That's not what it sounded like.

Regardless, it's kinda out of
the blue, don't you think?

He's worried about you.

He should be relieved.

Relieved? Why would he be relieved?

You're his Number One Guy.

Without you, that whole place
goes down the drain.

So, you... you retired...

not just from HHM, but the law?

That's not good, Chuck.

The... The law... needs you.

Just stop it.

And you need it.

What brought this on exactly, Chuck?

Huh?

'Cause I don't know what you are
if you're not a lawyer.

Hey...

How are you gonna retire
before you get me disbarred,

before you run me out
of the town on a rail, huh?

I'll be the only McGill
carrying the family name.

You can't have that.

Is this... Cause you lost Mesa Verde?

So what? Who cares?

And, hey, if you truly do think

that I ratfucked you on that thing...

which I did not, but whatever...

well, you know what?

You get mad! Take action!

Don't just hide out in your...
your Faraday whatever...

your cage thing here.

No! You... No retirement for you!

When you're 99, you can drop dead

giving closing arguments to JudgeBot 3000...

which will run on electricity, by the way.

That's your future, okay?

- So...
- I...

I can't do the job anymore.

What do you mean?
Of course you can do the job.

I made a mistake.

What mistake?

A simple, nothing little bank address...

- 1216 instead of 1261.
- Oh.

I screwed it up!

I hurt the client.

Blew it completely and utterly.

And then I blamed... And then I blamed you.

It's this goddamned electricity!

It's wearing me down!
It's wearing down my faculties!

My brain... my mind... it used to be...

You know, it used to work!

And now it doesn't anymore.

Mnh. People got hurt because of me.

Time to end it.

What if I told you
you didn't make a mistake?

For Christ's sakes, Jimmy, stop humoring me.

Stop trying to talk everything right.

Mnh.

I ratfucked you.

It was me.

I would've made Nixon proud.

I changed 1261 to 1216.

It was me.

It all went down exactly like you said...

I mean, exactly.

I doctored the copies.

I paid the kid at the shop to lie for me.

It is insane

how you got every detail exactly right.

So you can relax, okay?

'Cause that brain of yours is chugging along

at 1,000% efficiency.

Are you telling the truth,

or are you just trying
to make me feel better?

I am saying it to make you feel better.

I sure as shit wouldn't
be telling you otherwise.

But, yes... It's the truth.

You'd go to such lengths to humiliate me?

I did it for Kim!

What... She worked her butt off
to get Mesa Verde

while you and Howard sat around
sipping scotch and chortling.

Hamlin, Hamlin, McGill...
More like Scrooge and Marley!

Kim deserves Mesa Verde... Not you, not HHM.

She earned it, and she needs it!

I did it to help her,

but I... I honestly didn't think
it would hurt you so bad.

I thought you'd just say,
"Oh, crap, I made a mistake,"

and go on with your life,
like a normal person!

But, oh, no!

Wishful thinking!

So, can I, uh, tell Howard

you're not quitting or retiring or whatever?

And can we take all this shit
down off the walls?

I'm gonna go call Howard.

Jimmy.

You do realize you
just confessed to a felony?

I guess.

But you feel better, right?

Besides, it's your word against mine.