(MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)
MAN: Jimmy? How's that sweeping going?
(CHUCKLES) Goin' good, Pop!
(BROOM RUSTLES)
(DOOR BELL JINGLES)
MAN: Hi. How are you?
MAN 2: Hello, sir. I was wondering if, maybe, you could help me?
MAN: Yeah?
MAN 2: (SIGHS) Well, I drove into the city this morning...
Usually, I take the train,
but I was just in such a rush to get
some medicine for my son, Freddie.
He has epilepsy.
He had an attack this morning,
but during his fit,
he knocked the bottle of medicine out of my wife's hand.
It just... Bam, one huge puddle.
That's terrible.
But long story short, I drove into town,
I bought the new medicine with every last nickel in my pocket,
and then my car died.
God, that's just...
I know. When it rains, it pours, right?
I tried the ignition, just nothing. Not firing.
Anyway, now I've convinced myself
that Freddie is gonna have another seizure
before I get back with the medicine.
So, if you can help me, I'd be so grateful...
MAN: Well, I can come out and check your car for you.
Maybe it's just a spark plug.
I got a box of plugs back in the stockroom.
Thanks, and I appreciate that,
but if you could possibly just spare $5 instead?
I'd rather grab a cab than take a chance with my old clunker.
Yeah. $5?
If you can spare it.
Yeah, okay. Sure.
(WHISPERING) Psst!
Dad. C'mere!
C'mere!
Dad, it's a rip-off!
Just like that bum from last week.
Jimmy...
Every grifter in town knows that
this is the spot to come for an easy handout.
"Grifter"? Where in the world did you learn that word?
Dad. His story is baloney. He probably doesn't even have a son.
He's conning you.
Jimmy, what if you're wrong?
(SIGHS) You know what?
I'm sorry to bother you folks.
I'm gonna get outta here... I'm...
No, no, no.
Dad... No, no bother.
Come on, no. Here.
(CASH REGISTER DINGS)
Here $10 for you.
Sir, you're...
That's... That is so generous.
Of course, and you know what? I'm gonna go back in the stockroom,
I'm gonna find those spark plugs,
and we will get your car started for you, okay?
Come on, Jimmy, just man the till, okay,
and I'll just be back in a jiff. Okay?
(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)
How much for a carton of Kools?
4 bucks.
Yeah, gimme a carton.
Money first.
(CHUCKLES)
Gimme two cartons.
MAN: Oh, Gosh, those spark plugs are back here somewhere.
Just gimme one more minute, okay?
(SIGHS)
Come on.
(CLEARS THROAT)
There are wolves and sheep in this world, kid.
Wolves and sheep. Figure out which one you're gonna be.
(TAPS COUNTER)
(BELL JINGLES)
(CASH REGISTER DINGS)
MAN: Okay, I found the...
Did he leave?
Did he just leave?
(BELL JINGLES) Sir?
(CASH REGISTER DINGS)
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS) (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(MIKE CLEARS THROAT)
MIKE: Don't let me interrupt.
Oh, hey. Sorry. You ready?
Hey, come on, let's get this over with.
Thank you for seeing us.
We don't wanna take up too much of your time,
so I'll get right to it.
Um, I regret to inform you that with the benefit of hindsight,
Mr. Ehrmantraut will be amending his original statement a tad.
A tad? A wee bit.
He's decided that he can no longer in good conscience
claim that the gun found at the scene belonged to Tuco Salamanca.
So, whose gun was it? JIMMY: Who's to say?
You know how many guns there are in Albuquerque?
Somewhere between the number of
rattlesnakes and grains of sand.
So, a lot.
Was it your gun, Mr. Ehrmantraut?
No, he is not saying that.
Can we hear it from Mr. Ehrmantraut?
The gun wasn't Salamanca's. That's all I can tell you.
You told us it was.
You said Salamanca pulled it and pointed it at you.
Well, he didn't.
Why are you changing your story?
Good citizenship.
Look, there was only one set of prints on the gun,
Salamanca's.
How's that gonna happen if it wasn't his?
That's not really for my client to say now, is it?
He's not a forensics expert.
Who knows? Maybe it fell from a passing bird's beak.
And Mr. Salamanca caught it and tried to throw it away.
I mean, the possibilities are endless.
Has Salamanca threatened you, Mr. Ehrmantraut?
Hey.
We wanna put this guy away for years.
The gun makes all the difference, you know that.
You gonna let this person victimize you twice?
JIMMY: Forget about the gun. All right?
The gun was not Salamanca's.
If you try to introduce it in evidence,
Mr. Ehrmantraut will make himself available to the defense,
and he will set the record straight.
Categorically and unequivocally.
Did he threaten you, or pay you off?
Whoa! Okay, that's it. We are done. Let's go.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You're doing the right thing.
This Salamanca character? Maniac.
I had my own...
...thing with him.
I didn't wanna say before,
because conflict of interest, yadda yadda,
but, yeah, he's nuts.
(WHISPERING) I'm talking, he had me hog-tied in
the desert with a gun to my head.
Broke two guys' legs, right in front of me.
If I hadn't talked him down, he probably would've...
I'll spare you the gory details, but it was a deal and a half.
Not something you forget.
And you're telling me this, why?
Don't be too tough on yourself.
Like they say, discretion is the better part of velour.
I would've done the same thing!
Hey, today, it's on me.
No charge. (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
You take the next one.
And bill me.
(BUTTON CLICKS)
Ingrate.
(RINGING)
KIM: Hey, Jimmy. Did you tell Howard yet?
I can't really talk right now.
You didn't tell him.
No. And I won't until it's rock solid.
Like, offer-letter-in-hand solid.
When are you gonna get that offer letter? (SIGHS)
I'm guessing next Thursday, after my interview with the partners.
Yeah, but that's just a formality, right?
Basically. I hope.
What's the offer, you think? I mean, brass tacks.
Well, it's not gonna be as plush
as your deal at Davis and Main,
but they'll make me partner in two years.
As opposed to somewhere between five years and never at HHM.
Not too shabby.
Yeah. And then there's my law school loans.
What is that, a couple of grand by now?
I wish. I had to finance the whole thing,
and was only making mail room money. I've got like 15,000 left.
Wow. Schweikart wants you bad, huh?
(CHUCKLES) Jimmy, did you have something you needed?
No, no. Just checking in. I'll see you later, okay?
If you play your cards right.
(CHUCKLING) Bye.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)
(SIGHS)
Omar! Where are you?
Omar, would you be so kind as to take a letter for me?
"Dearest Clifford..."
No, that's too much. (SNAPS FINGERS)
"Dear Cliff..." What do you think, "Clifford" or "Cliff"?
I don't... It depends on what the letter is.
It's just fine. Treat yourself.
"Dear" whoever you put in.
Continuing. Uh... "My heart is heavy as..."
No, it sounds like a medical condition.
Let's go with "It is with a heavy heart."
Okay?
"It is with a heavy heart
"that I tender my resignation to Davis and Main."
"Tender" is better than "submit," yeah?
Resignation? (CHUCKLING) Yes, sir.
So, "Tender, blah blah blah, to Davis and Main.
"These have been, uh, some of the most
"professionally satisfying days of my life."
What's wrong? You think I'm laying it on too thick?
No, um...
I just didn't realize how unhappy you were here.
Not unhappy, per se. More like, not happy.
I had no idea.
It's not your fault, buddy. You're top notch.
Where were we?
It's just you worked so hard to get here,
and it's so much to give up. I mean, the perks alone...
Yeah, the apartment is, uh... Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) And the car.
For the most part, the car's pretty sweet.
And the bonus.
Hmm. The bonus is a done deal.
They already cut me the check. I get to keep the bonus.
Not if you quit.
Before a certain term, I think yours is a year?
You have to pay the money back.
Hmm, uh...
(DESK DRAWER OPENS)
It's, um...
Yeah, uh, um...
Hmm...
Yeah, uh, I think it's right there.
Yeah.
(TAPPING DESK)
(SIGHS)
Omar, that...
That whole letter of resignation thing?
I didn't mean that. Not a word. I...
I... I'm so incredibly
stressed out.
I'm stressed out the wazoo.
I...
To be honest, it's been more of an adjustment
than I expected here at Davis and Main.
So, I just... Don't repeat what I said to anyone.
I figured something had to be wrong. Really wrong.
Because you like it here, right?
I love it.
Call it a momentary lapse of reason.
Let's just rewind the tape
and you know, forget this happened.
Mum's the word. No problem.
I feel better already.
You know, sometimes, you have to say something out loud
to hear how crazy it sounds. (CHUCKLES)
Thank you, Omar.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(HORN HONKS)
Hi, Jimmy McGill.
Jimmy, this is Al Newman of Allied Funeral Homes.
Great to meet you, Al.
Nice tie.
Thanks.
All right, let's get started, shall we?
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
What are you doing?
Hey, Doug, got a juicer for the office.
Jimmy, it's very loud.
Brian, come on in.
We have clients out there.
Sure, you can. Two! Coming right up. Jimmy...
Sometimes, it gets a little jammed. You just gotta force it.
Oh! Oh, shit!
Oh, I'm...
I'm spreading it around. Did I get you? Nah.
Now I got you with this. Chrissakes, Jimmy!
Backwards only.
Solo backward-o, yeah?
Because we got suction that way.
Leverage. It's physics. El physico!
Oh, Don Clifford wants his floors clean. Limpio, limpar.
Uh. Comprende?
Dude, I'm from Michigan.
So, you don't understand a word I've been saying?
What... (CHUCKLES)
Good night. No, you try. Backwards.
CLIFF: Excuse me?
Can I have everyone's attention, please?
Everyone can hear me? Good.
Frankly, this is not a conversation
I ever thought I would have in my professional career.
But it's been brought to my attention
that we have an ongoing situation in the washroom.
Someone's not flushing.
Once is an accident, maybe even twice.
Three times? No, that's a pattern.
And we're not talking about a number one!
Yes, thank you, Erin.
Now, I'm not here to shame anyone.
Nor do I even want to know who did it, but...
Uh, Cliff? It was me.
Jimmy, I just said I didn't wanna know.
Hey, we need the water.
I read somewhere that the Santa Fe watershed
is down two full inches this year!
Every time you flush a toilet, you waste a gallon of water.
A gallon, what could be greener than this?
They're low-flow toilets, Jimmy. From now on, flush.
Low-flow, that's good. Good thinking.
(NOTES SQUEAKING LOUDLY)
What is that?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(NOTES CONTINUE)
Jimmy? What's going on in there?
Jimmy!
You can hear this through the door?
I didn't realize, I'm sorry.
What do you think you're doing?
Uh, I took your advice. I'm blowing off steam.
"Blowing off steam"?
Yeah. Like you and your guitar, you know?
Uh, I gotta say, you're right. I mean, it really helps with stress.
I know, I don't sound very good, but I'm just learning.
I heard that the key is, you have to keep this bag inflated.
(SOUR NOTES PLAY LOUDLY) Enough!
Put that down. Now, I want you in my office.
(NOTES SQUEAK SLOWLY)
You win.
What do I win?
You're fired.
What? Cliff, if this is about the bagpipes...
It's not about the bagpipes.
Well, of course, it's the bagpipes.
It's the bagpipes and it's the not flushing and this,
and this optical migraine you call a business suit! It's about...
(SIGHS)
It's about you keeping your bonus. That's what this is about!
Been brushing up on your contract law, haven't you?
You want outta here, clearly,
but you can't just up and quit and expect to keep your bonus.
And if I fire you for cause
like I should have done for the TV commercial, again, no bonus.
However, if I fire you not for cause,
but for being an all-around jackass,
yeah, hurray for you.
If you think there's been some malfeasance here...
Oh, save it.
I could fight you on this, but you're not worth my time.
I'd rather just have you gone.
I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll just...
...pack up.
First,
do me the favor of not treating me like a fool for once.
Tell me, how exactly did I mistreat you?
What did I do to deserve this kind of behavior?
We gave you opportunities. Encouraged you to excel.
We got you a car, an apartment. Hell, that cocobolo desk!
Do you see a desk like that in here? You never gave this a chance.
Why?
I tried to make it work.
Really, I did. I'm just...
A square peg.
If you knew that, why did you take the job?
I'm sorry.
How much was the desk?
$7,000.
I'll write you a check.
Fine. For whatever good that does.
Take your desk and get out.
Hey, Cliff, for what it's worth? I think you're a good guy.
For what it's worth, I think you're an asshole.
(WHISPERED INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Hey!
(KEYS CLACKING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Uh, yeah. It's open.
Jimmy?
Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?
Does Howard know you're here?
God, no. I snuck in.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, but make it quick.
Actually, can we talk in the conference room?
Why? (CHUCKLES)
It's just more appropriate.
No one's gonna need it till 4:00. I checked.
Please. Ten minutes, tops.
After you.
(CHUCKLES) Have a seat.
What... What's going on? Spill it.
Okay.
Schweikart & Cokely will pay your debt to HHM
and make you a partner in two years. Correct?
Apparently.
That's the deal, yes. Why?
Would you entertain a better offer?
From whom? HHM?
From me.
I'll make you a partner tomorrow.
Consider that proof of concept.
Wexler-McGill, Partners at Law.
You and me, together.
If Schweikart can pay your debt, so can I.
And with my signing bonus, you'll have a clean slate.
Sky's the limit.
Hey, we're good together. You know that.
So, what's stopping us? Let's jump in with both feet.
Be our own bosses. Build our own future.
"Be our own bosses." (CHUCKLES)
What about clients?
Mesa Verde just signed with you, didn't they?
It'll be a hard sell to take them with me.
Then there'll be another Mesa Verde.
That was all you, Kim. You did it once, you can do it again.
You make it sound easy. No.
You're talking to a guy who lived in the back of a nail salon.
This is gonna be a whole lot of blood, sweat and tears.
At least at the start.
But in the end, we'll have a practice that is 100% ours.
That's worth it.
Or we fail and we end up with nothing.
You're right. It's a gamble.
It's a big one.
Yeah, but you're betting on yourself,
and from where I sit, the odds are in your favor.
You are an amazing lawyer.
This is your chance to show the world that.
So, why not go to Schweikart?
They'll make me partner, and they're a solid, respectable firm.
You can't deny that.
You deserve more than just a lateral move.
Bottom line, that's what Schweikart represents.
He's just Howard Hamlin by a different name.
You keep talking about me and Schweikart.
What about you and Davis and Main?
It's over. I quit today.
Hmm, technically, I got fired.
What happened?
It was mutual, and a long time coming.
That job was never the right fit for me. This is.
If we're going to be law partners, I need to know one thing.
What kind of lawyer are you going to be?
I don't mean what kind of law you're going to practice, I mean... (SIGHS)
Are you going to play it straight,
or are you going to be colorful?
I'm gonna play it straight. Right down the line.
I'm gonna dot every "i" and I'm gonna cross every...
There's no point in me doing this if I can't be myself.
Every time I try to do things someone else's way,
it blows up in my face. That's what happened at Davis and Main,
look how that turned out.
I almost derailed your career.
Pissed everyone off.
I've been trying to be the person someone else wants me to be
for I don't know how long.
First it was Chuck. Then it was you.
And that's not your fault. That was my choice.
But if we're gonna do this, I gotta go into it as me.
So, yeah.
Colorful. I guess.
What do you say?
I just...
I don't see why it's so important to you that we work together.
I mean, we're already... Why do you need me for this?
I don't need you.
I want you.
You've got me.
Just not as a law partner.
I have to get back to work.
You okay?
Yeah. No, I'm fine.
Go on.
I'll see you later? (SCOFFS)
Yeah. (CHUCKLING)
(DOOR OPENS)
It's move-in ready, as you can see.
And they've renovated within the past three years.
New floors, new kitchen...
And it's a good amount of space.
It's not too much house, you think?
No, not at all.
And look at that backyard!
They're leaving the playhouse. Isn't that amazing? (CHUCKLES)
Kaylee will go crazy for that.
You'll never get her outta there.
I know, right?
And the most important part,
the schools are good and the neighborhood is great.
I called the local precinct and asked about crime stats,
they're some of the lowest in the city.
Plus, I got a good vibe from him.
They sounded really responsive.
Sounds perfect.
Yeah. (SIGHS)
Do you like it?
If you're happy, I'm happy. Do you like it?
Yeah. I do.
But... I'm... But what?
It's a lot of money.
I know, I'm like a broken record. But it is.
You don't worry about that. We'll make it happen. Whatever the cost.
Mike, I... I'm serious.
Not another thought. If you want it, it's yours.
(CHUCKLES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
How are we looking?
Oh, it's perfect.
Let's do it. Fantastic!
Do you have another hour? We could go down to the office,
get the pre-approval in order, all that.
Oh, sounds good. We'll meet you there.
Sure. See you in a few.
Oh, I feel like I can finally breathe.
(CHUCKLING) Good. I'm glad. (LAUGHS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
You wanna ride together?
No, I'll follow you over.
Car looks good. Wouldn't even know you so much as scratched it.
Yeah, um, my guy knows his stuff.
Thank you, Pop. For everything.
You go on now. I'll see you there.
Okay.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(BOY SHOUTS IN DISTANCE)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SIGHS)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
JIMMY: Right here.
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
JIMMY: Sorry, I almost lost you at that light.
(CHUCKLING) No problem.
JIMMY: (SIGHS) Watch the fish tank.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
On the left.
My left. My left.
(THUDS)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) There.
(DOOR CREAKS)
What do you think?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Uh, yeah.
It's, um...
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
(METAL CREAKING)
(SIGHS)
(BREATHLESSLY) What should I do with this?
Dump it on the side of the road.
That's where I got it in the first place.
(SIGHS)
(METAL LATCH CLICKING)
Hey, buddy.
This is over and above. No, it's okay. Really.
How about a drink? I know I could use one.
Come on, I'm buying.
Nah, I'm good. Long drive.
Cucumber water for the road?
I'm totally set. Thank you.
Gotta get home to my kids.
How about you? What are you gonna do now?
Onward and upward.
Thanks, Omar. Drive safe.
(VAN DOOR OPENS)
(DIAL TONE)
(SIGHS)
(BEEPING)
(BRITISH ACCENT) Hello!
You've reached the law offices of James M. McGill, Esq.
Kindly leave...
(BEEPS)
(NORMAL VOICE) Hi, you've reached the law offices of Jimmy McGill.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.
(BEEPS)
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)
Summary judgments, yes. I've handled six.
Actually, one recently was quite complex.
It was a litigation, the result of a nasty divorce.
My client was suing her former company,
which she and her ex had split in their settlement.
The issues involved had me chasing case law for weeks.
Who heard it? Judge Pittman.
(CHUCKLES)
That guy. He's a handful, huh?
Well, he can be a tough nut to crack, but he did rule in my favor.
All right, enough about law, law, law.
We know you're good. We know you know your stuff.
Tell us about Kim Wexler.
You started in the mail room, is that right?
I did. I was there almost, well, 10 years ago now.
Pulled yourself up by your bootstraps. I like that.
I see you went to UNM Law, are you from New Mexico?
Not originally.
I'm from the Midwest.
A tiny little town, barely on the map.
Near the Kansas-Nebraska border.
You've never heard of it.
So, what brought you here?
I guess...
One day, I just looked around at my life, at who I was.
And I realized if I kept going the way I was going...
Which way was that?
Best-case,
probably married to the guy that ran the town gas station.
Maybe cashiering down at the Hinky Dinky. (CHUCKLING)
The "Hinky" what? KIM: Hinky Dinky.
It was our supermarket. Um... (LAUGHS)
I just wanted something else.
What did you want?
More.
SCHWEIKART: Thanks for coming by. Always a pleasure.
LYNNE: Great to put a face to the name. KIM: Thanks.
SCHWEIKART: We're gonna put our heads together and discuss.
But I feel safe to say that you can expect to hear from us
by tomorrow at the latest.
That's...
Fantastic. I look forward to it.
We liked you when you came in here. We like you more now.
Well, thank you so much for taking the time.
And I will, uh, speak to you soon.
It was great to meet you, Lynne. You, too.
Perry. Pleasure, Kim.
Howard. It's Rich, actually.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. (LAUGHING) No, no.
I'm happy to be confused with Howard.
He's a damn good-looking man! Don't worry about it.
Come on, I'll walk you out.
(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
(BELL JINGLES) (CONVERSATIONS IN VIETNAMESE)
Hi. I'm here to see Jimmy.
He's in a meeting.
A meeting? Have a seat.
And listen, I don't ever want to hear
the word "permit" again. Capisce?
Your funeral, dude.
Hey! What are you doing here?
Just in the neighborhood. Great!
Oh, and I want a dolly this time.
What kind?
Western? Hustler, PeeWee?
Hey, watch your mouth around the lady.
How the hell should I know? You're the nerd.
Just make it cheap. Now go on, get outta here.
I see you got your old car back.
Yep. The kidney people wouldn't take it.
(KIM CHUCKLES) Oh! (THUDS)
Sorry.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Well, you finally got your cocobolo desk.
Finally got my cocobolo desk.
Feel like it's a good omen for what's next.
And what's that?
This!
Solo practice. Being my own man again.
So, how'd it go with Schweikart?
Uh... Went well.
Should be getting their offer tomorrow.
That's fantastic! I'm really happy for you.
Thanks.
You know, we should celebrate.
Whataburger! On me!
I'm not taking the job.
Why not? You were right.
It's time for me to be my own boss. Solo practice.
What, you don't think it's a good idea now?
Don't tell me you've changed your mind.
No, I... I'm surprised, is all. (CHUCKLES)
Hey, I've said all along you're too good for those clowns.
This is, uh...
Shit, yeah. Wow. It's great!
Good. To that end,
I have a pitch for you.
Not Wexler-McGill.
But Wexler
and McGill.
We find an office, share the housekeeping costs,
the rent, electricity, everything.
But I am Kim Wexler, attorney at law,
and you are Jimmy McGill, attorney at law.
Both free to practice as we see fit.
Separate firms under one roof.
We're both headed uptown, so why can't we share a taxi?
You do things your way and I do them mine.
We'll have freedom, but we aren't each trying to go it alone.
Not partners. Solo practitioners together.
What do you think?
(CHUCKLING) I don't know what to say.
Say yes.