Previously on "Better Call Saul"...
[Bell dinging]
You done? Not yet.
[Gunfire]
[Gasping]
Mike: In a few days, Howard Hamlin's car
will be found several states away.
There will be cocaine in the upholstery.
That's the story you were setting up for this guy, yeah?
So, you two are gonna go about your day,
normal, same as ever.
You keep telling the lie that you've been telling.
[Dresage X Slow Shiver's "Perfect Day"plays]
♪
♪ It's the per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪ Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
♪
♪ To end a per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪
♪ Da-a-a-a-a-y
♪ It's the per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪ Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
♪ To end a per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪ Da-a-a-a-a-y
♪ Ride with me
♪ Glide with me
♪ Stay by my side with me
♪ Through the night
♪
♪ Ride on the wings
♪ Of the angels of love
♪ Who are on our side
♪
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪
♪ It's the per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪
♪ Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
♪ To end a per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪ Da-a-a-a-a-y
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh
♪ It's the per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪ Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
♪
♪ To end a per-r-r-r-fe-e-e-e-ct ♪
♪
♪ Da-a-a-a-a-y
♪
♪ Ride with me
♪ Glide with me
♪ Stay by my side through the night ♪
♪
♪ Ride on the wings
♪ Of the angels of love
♪ Who are on our side
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
♪
♪ To say
♪
♪ I
♪
♪ Love
♪ You
♪
[Sighs]
[Fire crackling]
[Crackling continues]
[Crackling intensifies]
[Air conditioner rattling]
One day, we'll, uh...
...we'll wake up and brush our teeth
and we'll 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.
[Rattling continues]
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[Turn signal clicking]
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[Gearshift clicks]
[Engine shuts off]
[Insects chirping]
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[Seatbelt clicks]
[Car door opens]
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[Car door closes]
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[Insects chirping]
♪
Gus: Don Eladio.
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Don Juan.
Gustavo.
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Don Hector.
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[Speaking Spanish]
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Gustavo...
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[Insects chirping]
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[Breathing heavily]
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[Breathing heavily]
[Sighs]
[Breathing heavily]
♪
[Insects chirping]
♪
[Bell dinging]
[Dinging continues]
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[Dinging fades]
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
[Chuckling] "Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Ay, ay, ay.
Ahh.
[Sighs]
[Breathes deeply]
Bueno.
Gustavo...
[Insects chirping]
[Breathes deeply]
[Glass clinking]
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[Birds chirping]
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[Chirping continues]
[Door opens]
[Sighs]
The doc left these for you,
in the event that you made it back alive.
Tell me about the lawyers.
Well, 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.
[Locks engage]
[Door opens]
[Ted Gioia Trio's "A Sunday Waltz"playing]
[Indistinct conversations]
Bartender: Mr. Fring. Welcome back.
Well, thank you, Brett.
What can I get you?
Wine, to start.
Yes, sir.
♪
A glass of the Dressler & Vaughn, please.
Right away.
♪
[Conversations continue]
♪
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 Monte Cristo.
And, I mean, we're talking the full deal.
You know, Stetson and ostrich skin boots,
the belt buckle the size of Utah.
On his arm, there's a -- a young woman
who somehow poured herself into the tightest dress
that I have ever seen...
Anyway, he clearly wants to impress his date,
so he orders this.
He takes one sip,
and sends it back.
For a rum and Coke.
DietCoke. What can I say?
But his loss
is definitely your gain.
♪
[Inhales deeply]
♪
Remarkable. Mm-hmm.
I thought you'd like it.
It is from the birthplace of Syrah, Côte-Rtie.
This one is Rene Rostaing's La Landonne.
♪
So, I'm in college.
And I make it to Europe, my first time.
And I got a little enthusiastic with my Eurail pass.
Long story short, I get lost.
And I mean really lost.
It is the 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
and 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 -- It's --
It's this perfect little village in the southeast.
It's -- It's surrounded by vineyards, everything's...green.
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]
[Sniffs]
The vineyards are so steep
they can't get tractors up there, so they use horses.
Still, to this day.
Do you get that, um --
that meaty -- it's 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 the same region.
1978? [Chuckling] Yes. Exactly.
And I must say, you paint a compelling picture.
♪
I went home that night, and I bought a bottle.
A 1978 Côte-Rtie?
Mm-hmm.
Mr. Fring, that must...Gustavo.
Gustavo.
I'm saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I would love to hear about it...
when you have that occasion.
♪
Hold on. 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.
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[Dinnerware clinking]
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[Sighs]
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[Glass scrapes]
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[Inhales deeply]
Brett.
Would you let David know that I've been called away?
Brett: Of course, Mr. Fring.
Have a good evening.Thank you.
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[Indistinct conversations]
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[Door closes]
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[Mail thuds]
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[Insects chirping]
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[Baseball game plays on TV]
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[Lock disengages]
[Sighs]
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[Sewing machine rattling]
[Rattling fades, stops]
[Scissors snip]
[Rattling resumes]
[Rattling fades, stops]
[Rattling resumes]
[Telephones ringing]
[Rattling fades, stops]
[Ringing continues]
Yes?
Mike: Mr. Varga, you don't know me,
but I'd like to talk about your son.
My son?
What happened?
Maybe we could talk face-to-face...?
I'm outside.
[Footsteps approaching]
[Insects chirping]
[Dog barking]
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 wasthere.
Your son made some mistakes.
He fell in with bad people.
But he was never like them, not really.
He had a good heart.
[Vehicle passing]
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.
J-Justicia. Justice.
[Sighs]
What you talk about is not justice.
What you talk of is revenge.
It never ends.
My boy is gone.
[Sighs]
[Speaking Spanish]
[Insects chirping]
[Footsteps departing]
[Elevator clanking]
Oh, they got a new trashcan.
[Breathes deeply, clears throat]
We'll just put in an appearance.
Twenty minutes tops.
We can get through twenty minutes of anything.
[Chime plays]
[Indistinct conversations]
There's Julie and Francis.
Hey, Kim. Hey, guys.
Jimmy.
[Conversations continue]
I always admired him. Always.
Even when...
I mean, nobody could relate to a client quite like he could.
And it wasn't an act. He genuinely cared.
[Sighs]
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.
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?
Uh, HMM is downsizing.
Seriously?Yep.
They're gonna take half a floor downtown.Hmm.
And they're changing their name.
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 up there and pay our respects.
Yeah. [Clears throat]
Rich, good to see you.
I wish it was under better circumstances.
You too, Kim. Take care.
Jimmy...ah, Saul.
Bye, Rich.
[Sighs]
[Indistinct conversations]
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.
[Sighs]
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.
Um, 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.
H-He told me, as well.
Um, I think he honestly believed it.
But you're denying it.
You know what? [Clears throat]
I didn't leave here under the best, uh, terms.
The past few years, I could have, uh,
been more considerate to Howard
instead of yitzing him every chance I got.
I guess, uh...
there was a certain amount of jealousy on my part
because Howard had the, uh, respect of my brother.
Which I never did.
Tell me what you told the police.
Okay. Um [clears throat] well, I mean, it was 11:00 P.M.
Howard started pounding on our door.
He was very upset, going on about something,
uh, he thought was my fault.
Uh, I guess it had to do with the Sandpiper case,
but I-I couldn't make head or tail out of it.
We tried to calm him down --
but he just -- he just wouldn't.
Um...
Finally, he left.
That -- 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 just...
He just didn't seem like himself.
Are you hearing all of this?
Because none of it makes sense to me.
Main: Cheryl, maybe we should just --
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 -- I --
Please -- just spit it out.
[Sighs]
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?
[Sighs]
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.
And 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 -- You saw him every day, you knew him better than anyone.
Maybe I misunderstood what I saw...
You would have known.
[Voice breaking] Please excuse me.
Her sister's here somewhere. I'm -- I'm gonna go find her.
[Chime plays]
I know that was tough, um, but it's over now.
I mean really over.
Let the healing begin.
[Breathes heavily]
[Pen clicking rapidly]
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.
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?
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 yourinsistence,
to consider yourmotion, to exclude evidence.
And this is the moment you choose to withdraw?
It was unavoidable.
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.
Would you care to supply any detail at all?
Your Honor, I'd prefer not to.
[Sighs]
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 punchbowl?
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.
[Breathes deeply]
[Insects chirping]
[Vehicle approaching]
[Tires screech]
[Engine shuts off]
[Footsteps approaching]
[Doorknob rattling]
[Door opens, slams]
You did what?! Why -- why?!
All right, all right. I know why.
But, Kim, you can't just --Jimmy, I-I --
Shh. Just let me say my piece, okay?
Just -- Let's take a breath here.
Kim, after everything that happened...
I mean, Jesus. I get it.
You want to climb out of your own skin.
That's natural.
But, Kim, you don't just throw everything away.
Th-This is your life. You're a lawyer.
Wh-- uh, what about your clients, huh?
What about, uh, that poor guy, uh, Mr. Yarborough?
What about the kid in foster care?
Huh? 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.Ugh!
[Sniffles]
Okay. What's done can be undone.
All I'm saying is just -- just --
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 -- 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,
and you're gonna write letters.
You're gonna write a letter to the bar.
You're gonna write letters to your clients.
Y-You -- 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 -- your printer
and then we're gonna get the hell out of here.
Look, Jimmy -- J-Jimmy --
[Door bangs]
You asked if you were bad for me.
Kim: That's not it.
We are bad for each other.
Kim.
Don't do this.
[Sighs] Kim, please.
Jimmy.
I have had the time of my life with you.
But we are 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, okay?
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.
[Voice breaking] But so what?
No. No.
No, Kim, you're wrong!
This is about Howard!
Okay? 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 wh-what?
I knew he was alive.
No, you didn't.
It was about a month ago.
I saw that car following me again.
And it turned out that Mike Ehrmantraut
had guys watching both of us.
Watching for Lalo.
Mike -- Mike told you
that Lalo was alive...
...and you didn't tell me?
[Exhales sharply]
Jimmy, I thought -- 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 --
[Sighs]
The real reason I didn't tell you
was because I knew what you'd do.
Wh-- What would I do?
You'd -- 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, uh...
we'd break up.
[Voice breaking] And I didn't want that.
[Exhales heavily]
Because I was having too much fun.
[Crying]
[Thud in distance]
[Zipping]
[Tape stretching, ripping]
[Motor whirring]
[Birds chirping]
[Journey's "Any Way You Want It" plays on the radio]
♪ 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♪
[Sighs][Music stops]
Rise and shine, time to go.
[Sniffs, sighs]
[Bluetooth beeps]
[Sighs]
[Exhales heavily] 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 [exhales sharply] pay up now
or, uh, bleed to death in court.
So, I say be smart and write that check.
You have till E.O.D.
I'm so sorry. I'm getting another call.
[Hair dryer blowing]
Got it. What else you got?
[Hangers clinking]Oh, that's my Xanax guy.
Uh, 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. Shut up. I got a good one.
Did you see a bus went off I-40 up near Gates?
Eighteen people injured.
Uh, 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 -- I'm not talking to you.
Uh, 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 Forty."
That's what we're gonna call it.
[Engine rumbling]
Move it to court day.[Radio chatter]
I'm -- I'm not going down there twice in one week.
That's their problem...
[Clears throat] Send a messenger
with, uh, Beanie Babies and an Edible Arrangement
with extra dipped pineapple.
It's -- Shut up. Shut up.Saul on radio: Better Call Saul!
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.
I'm -- Who wants a lawyer who you can't hear?
Here's what you do.
Stop the check ASAP,
then call the station manager.
[Gearshift clicks]
You tell them if the ad doesn't make my ears bleed
the next time it plays, I will see him in court.
[Sighs][Car alarm chirps]
Screw the FCC!
I'll go to the mat with those pencil-pushers.
Ugh.
[Groaning]
This is textbook freedom of speech.
What could be more American than that?
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy.[Car alarm chirps]
[Non-Stop Producers "Battle Hymn"playing]
Get all 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.
[Person coughing]
[Baby wailing]
Move.
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[Keys clatter]
[Sighs]
[Sips]
[Exhales heavily]
[Cracks knuckles, exhales sharply]
[Moans]
[Keypad beeps]
[Sighs]
Francesca: What?
Alright. Let justice be done though the heavens fall.
[Keypad beeps]
Jimmy: And ready, set, action!
Move, move, move!
Go, go, go!
One, Armani suits and run!
Two, Air Jordan shoes for you!
Three, linen shirts for free!
Four, cashmere sweaters out the door!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
♪