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(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(HISSING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(RAIN CLINKING LIGHTLY)

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(RUMBLING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(AIR HISSING)

(GUN COCKS)

(WIND BLOWING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(COUGHING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(CLANGING)

(BREATHING SHARPLY, COUGHING)

(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

[♪]

(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING)

(OIL SLOSHING)

(DEEP INHALE)

(OIL SETTLING, BUBBLES POPPING)

(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING)

MAN: Jefe!

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Un campesino.

Tal vez lo vio.

(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING)

(GASPING SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING SOFTLY)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(VEHICLE DEPARTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

[♪]

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING, VOMITING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Gracias.

(CLATTERING LIGHTLY)

Senor.

(SIGHS LIGHTLY)

(SCOFFS)

Gracias.

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)

A to Z Fine Upholstery.

(IN ENGLISH) Hello?

Dad. (SNIFFLES) It's me.

Nacho?

Si, Papa.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SIGHS)

Um...

(CHUCKLES)

Nacho...

Okay.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hm?

(MANUEL SIGHS)

(RECEIVER CLICKS IN CRADLE)

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

(CRYING)

(SNIFFLES, CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLING)

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGS)

MIKE: Yeah.

NACHO: It's me.

Yeah.

You knew.

You knew that I was going to Mexico to die,

that I was never supposed to make it out of that motel.

And you let it happen.

Not my call.

What happens now?

That's up to you.

Is that bastard with you?

Put him on.

Hm.

He wants to talk to you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

[♪]

Yes.

You are screwed.

[♪]

You want the cartel to blame me for Lalo.

But if they catch me, make me talk...

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

That is not good for you, is it?

Even if I disappear,

everyone's gonna smell your stink all over it.

The only way that this works for you

is with me dead.

(SIGHS)

All right.

Whatever bullshit way you want the story to go,

I will make it go.

But... I need one thing.

Yes?

My dad.

I need to know that he'll be safe.

If you are true to your word,

there will be no reason for anyone to harm your father.

You are not the one that I need to hear it from.

(BEEPS)

Your dad's gonna be okay.

How do you know?

Because anyone who goes after him

is gonna have to come through me.

Zip?

(DRESS ZIPPING)

All set.

What's up?

Well, I'm just thinking about the time line.

Let me.

Everything has to go off by the 18th.

That's the target date, right?

Uh-huh.

And before that, just for the driving work,

we're saying we want, uh, the right year and model.

Mint condition, no less.

And then get it painted.

Plus we want to get the custom plates...

So not enough time?

That's what I'm wondering. (CLICKS TONGUE)

(SIGHS)

Mm.

Okay.

Here you go.

What if...

(CHUCKLES)

What if we used the real car?

(SIGHS) I mean, like, his real car.

His car?

That's a bit direct.

I think the word you're looking for is "audacious."

That, too.

But it's a real risk, 'cause, uh... (BREATHES SHARPLY)

We're exposed (SIGHS) when we take it, and then, what?

Just... Just put it back?

Pretend some kids took it for a joyride?

I mean, there's a dozen ways we tip our hand.

I got it.

Valet scam.

Hm? How does that work?

Well, (CLEARS THROAT) it wouldn't be me.

This has got Huell's name written all over it.

Huell? Yeah. (SIGHS)

He knows Huell from your hearing.

Yeah, but if we do it right, Huell will be invisible.

Oh, yeah?

Like a ghost.

That's pretty slick.

I think the word you're looking for is "audacious."

(SIGHS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(ELEVATOR BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

WOMAN: All right. Thank you for that.

JIMMY: Try talking...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)

Oh, hey, Suzanne!

Kim.

Glad I s-spotted you.

I have some new info on Caldwell.

Am I reading this right?

This is an out-of-state misdemeanor arrest report.

On your client. Yeah.

This is six years old, Kim.

Yep.

There's no way we ever would've chased this down.

Why are you giving this to me?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

We're in discovery, and I discovered it.

I'm supposed to turn it over.

Besides, we are going to beat you on the merits.

You can keep that copy. I'll see you.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS, DOORS SLIDE OPEN)

Kim.

Kim. Do you have a minute?

I'm sure you recognize this man.

He's a client of Jimmy McGill's, one Jorge de Guzman.

This... This is Eduardo Salamanca.

Same person.

Okay.

And who is Eduardo Salamanca?

A major drug trafficker.

We got this photo from Federales in Chihuahua.

Seems Salamanca jumped the $7 million he posted in bail

and fled to Mexico.

Wow. (BREATHES DEEPLY)

That's news to me.

How did this come to light?

He died in a massive firefight at his compound.

Over a half dozen people were killed.

That's terrible,

but where are you going with this?

Bear with me.

Let me explain how this looks from where I stand.

(SIGHS LIGHTLY)

A couple years back, Jimmy McGill represented

Ignacio Varga, a local dealer.

Now, Varga is a known associate of Tuco Salamanca.

Jimmy was involved in getting Tuco

a reduced sentence on an assault and battery charge

shortly after he represented Varga.

And now here he is, representing Eduardo Salamanca

under the assumed name "De Guzman."

Okay.

What are you getting at?

Are you building some kind of case against Jimmy?

No.

No one is, at the moment.

"At the moment."

Gina Khalil thinks Jimmy knew who De Guzman was.

That Jimmy helped Salamanca even after he knew.

I'd like to believe he didn't.

I don't think Jimmy ever intended

to become a cartel lawyer.

It's not a suit that fits him.

I think maybe he got in over his head and couldn't get out.

And if that's true, if Salamanca duped him,

then the lawyer-client privilege was obtained in bad faith.

You want Jimmy to rat on a client?

Even if Salamanca's dead, his privilege survives.

You know that.

If the privilege was clean.

But if he wasn't in on the De Guzman deception,

Jimmy could talk to me.

And tell you what? You just said Salamanca's dead.

His accomplices aren't.

Salamanca was in deep, and I want to know

what his people are doing here in Albuquerque.

And Jimmy could help.

I'll make sure anything he tells me won't blow back.

And if it turns out that Jimmy's made mistakes,

we won't hold him accountable.

I'm talking to you because I think

you'll be more willing to hear what I have to say.

Look, we had a monster in custody.

(SCOFFS) And we just let him walk right out of jail.

We failed. The whole system just failed.

This guy killed a 22-year-old kid.

Dead. In cold blood.

It's wrong.

You know it's wrong.

And I think Jimmy does, too.

Saul.

I'm sorry?

He practices now under the name Saul Goodman.

Although I distinctly remember

you referring to him as a "scumbag."

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Uh, I admit I have had my problems with... Saul.

That's true.

But I also believe underneath it all,

underneath all of his...

Showiness...

He's a lawyer.

And a human being.

And I think he knows what's right.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

[♪]

(WHIRRING)

(CLANGS)

(TAPPING PACKET)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

When?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Boss says he looks too pretty.

(SIGHS)

Want me to take care of it?

No.

I'll do it.

Now get the hell outta here.

(SIGHING)

(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)

Gotta make it look real, right?

Let's get it over with.

(MIKE SIGHS)

First things first.

(LIQUID POURING)

(GLASS THUMP ECHOES)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY) Tony, good to see you.

How's night school treating you?

"A" in Econ, Mr. Hamlin.

Ah, good for you. Keep it up!

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

[♪]

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF, GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

(GRUNTS) Oh, uh, sorry, sir.

'Scuse me. My bad.

No worries.

'Scuse me.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(DOOR HISSES OPEN)

(CLATTERING)

Better get a move on.

Kid looks quick.

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(BEETHOVEN'S PIANO CONCERTO NO. 5 PLAYS)

[♪]

Let's go, yo.

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

Prolly 'bout 45 seconds.

I'm just sayin'.

Heard you the first time.

(BLOWS)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(GRUNTS LIGHTLY)

HUELL: Smooth as glass.

Guy drove away without a clue.

JIMMY: Great!

And, uh, how does it work?

HUELL: Press "four" for unlock. "Five" for lock.

Rest'll take care of itself.

Four for unlock, five for lock... (BREATHES DEEPLY)

All right.

What you asked for, and a little extra.

Should cover you and the "key master."

(SIGHS)

Can I ask you summin'?

Sure, go ahead.

Personal, kinda.

(CHUCKLING) Okay. What?

You a lawyer.

You make good money, right?

Good days and bad, but, yeah.

Legit money.

On the level.

Yeah. So?

Your wife's a lawyer.

A legit lawyer.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

(SCOFFS)

Why you do all this?

Oh. (CHUCKLES) I gotcha.

I-I know, from the outside,

this looks like just another scam.

But... (BREATHES DEEPLY)

You're not seeing the bigger picture.

A couple months from now, there are people whose lives

are gonna be way better because of this.

A... We're making a real difference.

Trust me.

We're doing the Lord's work here.

If you say so.

Be seeing you.

(BIRDS CHIRPING, VEHICLES RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(LIGHTER TAPS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(LOCK DISENGAGES, DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(CHUCKLING) Hey.

Buckle your safety belts, boys and girls,

because Huell came through.

(CHUCKLES)

Huell says "hi," by the way.

KIM: Hu... Glad to hear it.

(BOTTLE HISSES)

(SIGHS)

What's going on?

I have news, Jimmy.

Lalo is dead.

(SIGHS)

Holy shit.

The D.A.'s office put it together

that Lalo was calling himself De Guzman.

They are pretty upset they let him go.

I'll bet they are.

Ericsen seems to think that if Lalo lied to you

and you didn't know about the pseudonym,

that you could break confidentiality.

She wants you to talk.

She says it's "right."

Well, what do you think we should do?

You... should do whatever you want, Jimmy.

They don't have anything on you.

It's just a fishing expedition to see if you bite.

You think I should do it?

It depends.

On what?

Well.

(SIGHS)

I guess it's basically...

(SIGHS) Do you want to be a "friend of the cartel"?

Or... do you want to be a rat?

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Bolsa will want to hear the truth from you

before the Salamancas have you.

Their methods take too long for his taste.

What will you say?

I'll say it was Alvarez.

Working for Los Odios out of Peru.

That, um...

I've been on the payroll for almost a year.

All right. (SIGHS)

Once you say it, you get to your feet.

You start running as fast as you can at Victor.

You'll be zip-tied, he'll be ready.

Get past him and keep running.

He'll handle it.

He puts me down, you mean.

It'll be over quick.

You have something more to say?

I wanna be there.

The Salamancas know you.

They know your face.

I'm not gonna be close enough for them to eyeball me.

I should be there for insurance.

There are a lot of ways this can go south.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

[♪]

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(THUMPING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL LIGHTLY)

(ENGINE IDLING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

[♪]

(CLICKS, DOORS SLAM)

[♪]

Turn around.

(SNIFFLES)

(ZIP TIE CLICKING)

(SNIFFLES)

(METAL CLINKS LIGHTLY)

(BRAKES SQUEAL LIGHTLY)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

BOLSA: Today, you are going to die.

But...

There are good deaths, and there are bad deaths.

Tell me what I need to know...

I'll see that your death is a good one.

Who put you up to this?

One last chance.

Who?

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

It was Alvarez.

Los Odios, out of Peru.

They paid me to set up your nephew.

And I did.

(BELL DINGING)

[♪]

(BELL DINGING)

Alvarez, we know.

Los Odios, we know.

Was anyone else involved?

(SCOFFS)

Him?

You think the Chicken Man? (CHUCKLES)

What a joke.

Alvarez has been paying me for years...

Years. But you know what?

I would've done it for free,

because I hate every last one

of you psycho sacks of shit.

I opened Lalo's gate.

And I would do it again.

And I'm glad what they did to him.

He's a soulless pig.

And I wish I'd killed him with my own hands.

And you know what else, Hector?

I put you in that chair.

Oh, yeah. Your heart meds?

I switched them for sugar pills.

You were dead and buried,

and I had to watch this asshole bring you back.

So when you are sitting in your shitty nursing home

and you're suckin' down on your Jell-O

night after night for the rest of your life,

you think of me, you twisted fuck!

Es suyo.

(GRUNTS)

(GUNS COCK)

[♪]

Do it.

[♪]

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

[♪]

(BELL DINGING)

(METAL CREAKS LIGHTLY)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE)

[♪]