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♪ It's the per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Way ♪

♪ To end a per... ♪

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

♪ Day ♪

♪ It's the per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Way ♪

♪ To end a per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Day ♪

♪ Ride with me ♪

♪ Glide with me ♪

♪ Stay by my side with me ♪

♪ Through the night ♪

♪ Ride on the wings ♪

♪ Of the angels, oh! ♪

♪ Who are on our side ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ It's a per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Way ♪

♪ To end a per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Day ♪

♪ It's a per... ♪

♪ ...fect ♪

♪ Way ♪

♪ To end a perfect ♪

♪ Day ♪

♪ Ride with me Glide with me ♪

♪ Stay by my side Through the night ♪

♪ Ride on the wings ♪

♪ Of the angels above ♪

♪ Who are on our side ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ To say ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Love you ♪

JIMMY: One day, we'll...

We'll wake up, and brush our teeth, and go to work.

And at some point, we'll suddenly realize...

that we haven't thought about it at all. None of it.

And that's when we'll know.

We'll know we can forget.

[♪]

[BLINKER CLICKING]

[♪]

Don Eladio.

Don Juan.

Gustavo.

Don Hector.

[IN SPANISH] Sit. [IN SPANISH] Thank you.

ELADIO: Gustavo,

Don Hector has made a very serious accusation.

[IN SPANISH] The words I'm about to read are Don Hector's.

Dictated to Leonel and Marco,

letter by letter.

"The assault on my nephew's hacienda failed.

Lalo fought the assassins and won.

The day after the attack, Lalo called me.

I heard the truth from his own lips.

It was Fring who sent the mercenaries, not the Peruvians.

We kept Lalo's survival a secret.

My nephew was about to take his revenge

on the traitor, face-to-face.

Instead, he disappeared.

It is the Chicken Man's doing.

Don Eladio, look into Fring's eyes.

There you will see the truth. The Chicken Man hates you.

He is our enemy. He plots against us.

I demand blood for blood."

Well, Gustavo?

I have no response.

Gustavo, you must speak. Have you no defense?

With all due respect,

I don't believe this merits a response.

[SNORTS]

Did you witness these phone calls from Lalo?

I was told you saw Lalo's body.

[IN SPANISH] Yes. [IN SPANISH] It was burned.

ELADIO: Didn't the federales check the teeth?

Yes, Don Eladio.

My brother tells me the dental records matched.

And that rat Varga.

What did he say before he died?

He said he was in the pay of the Peruvians, Los Odios.

We know he took their money, we found bank statements.

Hm.

Well.

It's very late, Don Hector.

Since you've come a long way, tonight,

you sleep in my bed. [DINGING]

No, I insist.

No arguing. I'm giving you my room.

Very comfortable.

And who knows?

Maybe a couple of the girls will come to visit!

[BELL CONTINUES DINGING] [BREATHING INTENSELY]

Please.

Good night, Hector.

Sleep well.

[DINGING CONTINUES]

I'd invite you to stay as well, Gustavo, but...

I don't want my breakfast ruined by all the...

[IMITATING HECTOR'S BELL]

Aye-aye-aye.

[ELADIO SIGHS]

The peace must be kept. What do you suggest?

I wouldn't presume.

The South Valley will stay Salamanca territory.

And the rest of the North, that'll be for you to manage.

Working under Bolsa.

Thank you, Don Eladio.

Thank you. Your trust means everything, Don Eladio.

Good.

Gustavo.

When I looked into your eyes...

Hate.

A little bit's okay.

As long as you never forget who's boss.

[♪]

[DOOR UNLATCHES]

The doc left these for you

in the event that you made it back alive.

Tell me about the lawyers.

They spent a full afternoon with the cops.

Played it as they were told, maybe a bit better.

The APD consensus is

he walked into the ocean and killed himself.

Without a body, they can't close the file.

But for all practical purposes, it's over.

When can construction resume?

We need to find a new engineer and a crew to do the work.

That could take some time.

Start today.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

BRETT: Mr. Fring. Welcome back.

Thank you, Brett.

What can I get you?

Wine, to start.

Yes, sir.

A glass of the Dressler & Vaughn, please.

Right away.

Mr. Fring.

It's so good to see you. It's been a while.

Yes. Too long.

What are you drinking? The Dressler & Vaughn.

How is it?

Enough said. Brett?

Can you get that bottle from before?

Now, normally, we would never have this open.

But a couple hours ago,

I smelled cigar smoke, and I look up,

and this Cadillac Cowboy is rolling in,

puffing on a Montecristo,

and, I mean, we're talking the full deal.

Stetson and ostrich-skin boots, belt buckle the size of Utah.

On his arm, there's a young woman

who somehow poured herself into

the tightest dress that I've ever seen.

Anyway, he clearly wants to impress his date.

So he orders this.

Takes one sip and sends it back.

For a rum and Coke. Diet Coke. What can I say?

But his loss is definitely your gain.

Remarkable. Mm-hm.

I thought you'd like it.

It is from the birthplace of Syrah, Côte-Rôtie.

This one is Rene Rostaing, La Landonne.

So I'm in college.

I make it to Europe, my first time.

And I got a little enthusiastic with my Eurail pass.

Long story short...

I get lost. I mean, really lost.

It is middle of the night, pitch-black.

I'm standing on this cobblestone street

with my backpack,

and there's no one around.

I mean, I have absolutely no idea where I am.

Finally, I get to this stand of cedar trees.

I just go ahead and roll out the sleeping bag.

And the next morning, I wake up and...

I'm in paradise, Ampuis.

It's this perfect little village in the southeast.

It's surrounded by vineyards, everything's green and...

They call it the ancient gateway to the Rhône Valley.

They've been making wine there since Roman times.

Am I talking too much?

No, not at all. [CHUCKLES]

The vineyards are so steep.

They can't get tractors up there,

so they use horses, still, to this day.

Do you get that meaty, almost bloody flavor?

The soil is all iron oxide and manganese.

You can taste it in the glass, right?

I have a confession to make.

About a year ago, you mentioned

a rare vintage from this same region.

The 1978. Yes, exactly.

And I must say, you paint a compelling picture.

I went home that night, and I bought a bottle.

A 1978 Côte-Rôtie? Mm-hm.

Mr. Fring--

Gustavo.

I'm saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I would love to hear about it

when you have that occasion.

There's something I have to show you.

The owner bought a bottle of Guigal.

I can't open it. Of course.

But the bottle itself is--

You'll appreciate this. I'll be right back.

Brett.

Would you let David know that I've been called away?

Of course, Mr. Fring. Have a good evening.

Thank you.

[♪]

SPORTSCASTER [ON TV]: ...for Keith McDonald,

but it looks like Snusz will come in.

Chris Snusz will be the pinch runner.

He'll also more than likely come in to catch,

since Nashville carries three catchers.

Snusz at first base.

And here is Luke Allen, left-handed batter.

Throw over to first, Snusz back.

So Chris Snusz will be the pinch runner

for Keith McDonald on that blooper...

[MACHINE RATTLING]

[RATTLING CONTINUES]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

MIKE: Mr. Varga, you don't know me.

But I'd like to talk about your son.

My son?

What happened?

Maybe we can talk face-to-face.

I'm outside.

Who are you?

It's not important.

I saw you here before.

Chrysler Fifth Avenue.

What about my son?

I'm sorry. He won't be found.

It was over fast. No pain.

You were there?

I was there.

Your son made some mistakes. He fell in with bad people.

But he was never like them, not really.

He had a good heart.

And one more thing...

You won't have to worry about the Salamancas.

Their day is coming.

There will be justice.

Justice?

I'm sorry, my Spanish... Justicia. Justice.

What you talk about is not justice.

What you talk of is revenge.

It never ends.

My boy is gone.

[IN SPANISH] You gangsters and your "justice."

You're all the same.

I think they got a new trash can.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

Ahem, we'll just put in an appearance.

Twenty minutes, tops.

We can get through 20 minutes of anything.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

There's Francis.

WOMAN: Hey, Kim...

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Nobody could relate to a client quite like he could.

And it wasn't an act. He genuinely cared.

I never saw it coming.

Addiction is a disease.

He was a good lawyer, and a hell of a guy.

What else is there to say?

It still doesn't seem real. Mm-hm.

I mean, I...

expect to see him charging down those stairs

with a big grin on his face.

You know...

this is probably the last time

any of us will be in this building.

Why is that?

HHM is downsizing. Seriously?

Yep. They're gonna take half a floor downtown.

And they're changing their name.

KIM: Changing their name to what?

Uh... Brookner Partners? Something like that.

End of an era.

Yeah.

Have you spoken to Cheryl?

Um, not yet.

To not even have a body to put in the ground...

I heard she took a leave from her practice.

Maybe we should go over there and pay our respects.

Yeah. Ahem.

Rich, good to see you.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

Me too, Kim. Take care.

Jimmy...

Ah, Saul.

Bye, Rich.

[SIGHS]

Cliff.

Kim, Jimmy.

Kim, hi.

Hi, Cheryl, um...

I'm Jimmy McGill.

You may not remember me. I'm Chuck McGill's brother.

Of course.

Very sorry for your loss.

Cheryl, I'm so sorry.

I can't even imagine

what you must be going through.

If Jimmy and I can do anything

for you or your family,

please, just say the word.

There is something, actually.

You two were the last ones to see him, weren't you?

Um...

I guess so. That's what the police said.

Howard told me that you were harassing him.

Playing elaborate pranks of some sort.

That you wouldn't leave him alone.

I know he thought that.

He told me as well.

I think he honestly believed it.

You're denying it.

You know what? I didn't leave here

under the best terms.

The past few years, I could've been

more considerate to Howard

instead of yitzing him every chance I got.

I guess...

there was a certain amount of jealousy on my part

because Howard had the respect of my brother.

Which I never did.

Tell me what you told the police.

Okay. Well, ahem, I mean, it was 11 p.m.,

Howard started pounding on our door.

He was very upset.

He's going on about something he thought was my fault.

Guess it had to do with the Sandpiper case,

but I couldn't make head or tail out of it.

We tried to calm him down.

But he just-- He just wouldn't.

Finally he left. That's it.

I'm not oblivious.

I know people are saying he was on drugs.

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

It's just...

He just didn't seem like himself.

Are you hearing all of this?

Because none of it makes sense to me.

CLIFF: Cheryl, maybe we should--

CHERYL: I don't care what people are saying.

I don't care what the police think.

Howard was not on drugs. That simply is not true.

There's something more to this.

I don't know if it's my place...

but...

I-- Please, just spit it out.

It was about a year and a half ago.

I was still an associate here, working late on a brief.

And I saw a light on in Howard's office.

I assumed the cleaning crew left it on by mistake.

And I was sure the office was empty, so I didn't knock.

And?

And Howard was there at his desk.

Head down.

And he was snorting something.

[SCOFFS]

I looked at him. He looked at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I just walked out.

The next morning when we saw each other,

neither of us said anything about it.

I never told anyone.

But now I wish I had.

In all the years that you worked with him,

have you witnessed anything like this?

Even a hint.

Cliff?

I...

Cheryl, this really isn't the time or the place.

Cheryl...

you were his wife.

You saw him every day.

You knew him better than anyone.

Maybe I misunderstood what I saw.

[SOBS] You would've known.

Please excuse me.

Her sister's here somewhere, I'm gonna find her.

I know that was tough...

but it's over.

Really over.

Let the healing begin.

BAILIFF: All rise. Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Dearden presiding.

Good afternoon.

We are here to discuss a motion to exclude evidence

in State of New Mexico v. Yarborough.

Your Honor, if I may?

I submitted an additional motion.

I'm assuming you have not seen it yet.

Did we get that?

It just came in, judge.

KIM: I apologize. It was a last-minute addition.

Last minute is right.

Do I understand this correctly?

You're requesting to withdraw from this case?

KIM: Yes, Your Honor.

My client is fully informed

and I've already been in touch

with another attorney, Paige Novick.

She's highly qualified and familiar with the case.

She's prepared to step in, if you'll allow it.

Ms. Wexler, Mr. Orenstein, approach the bench.

Ms. Wexler, we are here today at your insistence,

to consider your motion to exclude evidence,

and this is the moment you choose to withdraw?

It was unavoidable.

DEARDEN: May I ask why?

Personal reasons, Your Honor.

Personal reasons.

Are we talking about a health issue?

Something to do with a loved one?

No.

Would you rather discuss this privately in chambers?

Thank you for the consideration, but no.

DEARDEN: Would you care to supply any detail at all?

Your Honor, I'd prefer not to.

Mr. Orenstein, is the state prepared

to discuss Ms. Wexler's motion?

We are, Your Honor. Absolutely.

You know what, Ms. Wexler?

Mr. Orenstein is here. I'm here.

We all showed up for your party

and now you're taking away the punch bowl?

I'm inclined to have you argue your motion

and then I'll consider late-arriving petitions.

I'm sorry for wasting the court's time, Your Honor,

but it's impossible for me to continue with this hearing.

And why is that, Ms. Wexler?

Because I'm no longer an attorney.

I'm sorry? What?

I gave notice to the bar two hours ago.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[DOOR UNLOCKS, OPENS]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

You did what? Why? Why?

All right, all right. I know why.

But, Kim, you can't-- Jimmy, I--

Just let me say my piece, okay? Let's take a breath here.

Kim, after everything that happened...

I mean, Jesus. I get it.

You wanna climb out of your own skin. That's natural.

But, Kim, you don't just throw everything away.

This is your life. You're a lawyer.

What about your clients?

What about that poor guy, Mr. Yarborough?

What about the kid in foster care?

You give them everything you've got.

Who are they gonna find who's half as good as you? No one.

They need you. It's already done.

[GROANS]

Okay. What's done can be undone.

All I'm saying is let's take a week or two to think it over.

For now, we're gonna take some time off.

God knows we need it. We're gonna find a new place.

We're gonna leave here--

We're never ever gonna come back here again.

Okay, we're gonna put it behind us.

Things will look brighter. I guarantee it.

But first, we have to fix this.

So we're gonna go back to the hotel room,

you're gonna write letters.

You're gonna write a letter to the bar

and to your clients.

You dictate, I will type.

We're gonna roll this thing back.

I'll order a pizza, we'll pull an all-nighter.

Because we're in this together.

Okay?

So I'm gonna go get your printer

and then we're gonna get the hell out of here.

Jimmy. Just...

Jimmy.

You asked if you were bad for me.

That's not it.

We are bad for each other.

Kim...

Don't do this.

Kim, please.

Jimmy.

I have had the time of my life with you.

But we're bad for everyone around us.

Other people suffer because of us.

Apart, we're okay,

but together...

we're poison.

No, no.

Just tell me what I need to do to change.

Just tell me what it is, and I'll do it.

Jimmy.

No, Kim. You make me happy.

We make each other happy.

How can that be bad?

Hey...

I love you.

I love you too.

But so what?

No. No.

No, Kim, you're wrong.

This is about Howard!

What happened to him wasn't on us.

It wasn't your fault, it wasn't my fault.

It was that fucking Lalo Salamanca.

That psychopath came back from the dead

and he walked through that door, he did this.

Not us. Him!

I knew.

You knew what?

I knew he was alive.

No, you didn't.

It was about a month ago,

I saw that car following me again.

It turned out that Mike Ehrmantraut

had guys watching both of us,

watching for Lalo.

Mike told you that Lalo was alive.

And you didn't tell me?

[SIGHS]

I thought it was a one-in-a-million chance

that he'd come for us.

I thought he would be caught, if he did.

And I told myself I was protecting you.

But that's not the truth.

The real reason I didn't tell you

was because I knew what you'd do.

What would I do?

You'd blame yourself.

You'd fear for me.

You'd want us to run and hide until you were sure I was safe.

You would pull the plug on the scam, and then...

And then...

we'd break up.

And I didn't want that.

Because I was having too much fun.

[SOBBING]

[PACKING TAPE CRUNCHING AND ZIPPING]

♪ Any way you want it ♪

♪ That's the way you need it ♪

♪ Any way you want it ♪

♪ She loves to laugh She loves to sing ♪

♪ She does everything ♪

♪ She loves to move She loves to groove ♪

[RADIO SWITCHES OFF]

Rise and shine, time to go.

Hit me.

I'm hearing your report

didn't use the magic words, doc.

Soft. Tissue. Damage.

Doesn't matter what the X-rays show.

Tissue damage gets my client paid.

Hey, hey, you're not listening.

My client isn't just suing your company,

he's coming after you, personally.

[SIGHS] Listen,

you have a choice, okay? You can...

[SIGHS] ...pay up now or bleed to death in court,

so I say be smart and write that check.

You have till EOD.

I'm so sorry, I'm getting another call.

Got it. What else you got?

Oh, that's my Xanax guy.

Tell him yes and today.

Another public masturbator? Which one?

A new guy? Huh. Everyone must be doing it.

What do you mean he hasn't paid? I saw him give you the card.

A fake? That sneaky little jackass.

Tell him he'll be spending St. Patrick's Day in Los Lunas

unless he comes up with the cash ASAP.

Wait, shut up. I got a good one.

Did you see a bus went off I-40 up near Gates?

Eighteen people injured.

Don't we know a kid,

an intern at the hospital up there,

had a bunch of DUIs-- What was his name?

Breakfast bar, go ahead take one.

I'm not talking to you.

Ramirez. Ramirez. Yes.

Call that kid. Tell him I want the names

and numbers of all the victims.

I smell class action.

And then get the kid with the camera.

Send him up there.

And then call the newspaper,

and say that Saul Goodman is outraged

at the "Fiery Fiasco on the 40."

That's what we're gonna call it.

Move it to court day.

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING ON RADIO]

I'm not going down there twice in one week.

That's their problem.

Ahem, send a messenger

with Beanie Babies and an Edible Arrangement

with extra dipped pineapples.

It's-- Shut up.

SAUL'S VOICE [ON RADIO]: Auto insurance won't pay for your fender bender?

Ripped off by your brother-in-law?

Major or minor surgery gone wrong?

I'm here for you, Albuquerque!

Better Call Saul! Call 505-503-4...

Did you hear that? It's in mono.

I'm not paying for that muffled crap.

Mono. It's what the Beatles used. It's ancient.

Look, I sound like I'm in a well.

Inside of a cave. Under a blanket.

Who wants a lawyer who you can't hear?

Here's what you do.

Stop the check, ASAP, then call the station manager.

Tell him if the ad doesn't make my ears bleed,

the next time it plays, I will see him in court.

[FOB TWEETS] Screw the FCC!

I'll go to the mat with those pencil-pushers!

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

This is textbook freedom of speech.

What could be more American than that?

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy. [FOB TWEETS]

Get that? Call the bank. Cancel the check.

Call the station manager. Tell him to crank it up

or I'll see him in court. Got it.

["BATTLE HYMM OF THE REPUBLIC" PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[CHILD WAILING]

Move.

[SIGHS]

Ahh...

[KNUCKLES CRACKING]

[SIGHS]

MAN: What? All right.

Let justice be done though the heavens fall.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[♪]