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Slow down.

You're gonna make yourself sick.

You know...

we're sitting on
seven million bucks here.

Literally.

And?

I say we take it,

split it fifty-fifty,

take off.

It's not ours.

Could be.

Yeah, well, I know some people

who would have
a problem with that.

Them?

Don't worry about them.

You feeling right?

First thing we do,

take six million bucks
and build a time machine.

Those people that
you're worried about?

They'll never find us.

Where would you go first, huh?

- You... You look like a history buff, right?
- Hm.

What, would you go
to Civil War times or...

Um, Ancient Rome?

Oh, Christ.

Mm. Hmm.

December 8, 2001.

Why?

No. No.

March 17, 1984.

Day I took my first bribe.

And then I'd go forward.

There's some people I'd like
to check on in five or ten years,

make sure they're doing okay.

You?

It's easy.

May 10, 1965.

That's the day Warren Buffett

took over at Berkshire Hathaway.

I figure, got a million left
from building the time machine,

so I'd take my half

and just stick it
into Berkshire.

Then I'd come back here and...

I'm a billionaire.

Ohh.

Is there such a
thing as a trillionaire?

That's it. Money?

What else?

Nothing you'd change?

I'm rested.

Marion?
Are you still there?

Yes! It's a... It's a little car.

Beige. I... I... I don't
know the make.

Sixty-four, P...

F, T, six.

He's headed south,
towards Curtis.

Oh, please get him.

12-14 responding.

On that 10-29, V as in Victor.

That's a Saturn Aura?

That is correct.

Saturn Aura, Nebraska
six-four-Paul-Frank-Tom-six.

White male, late 40s,
about 5'11", 180 pounds.

"Hoover Max Extract
Pressure-Pro, model sixty."

Hoover Pressure-Pro
Max Extract, model sixty.

Ohh!

Anybody home?

Hands. Now.

I was at a party,

just minding my own business.

You are under arrest.

I better call Saul!

Hi. I'm Saul Goodman.

Did you know that
you have rights?

The Constitution says
you do, and so do I.

I believe that,
until proven guilty,

every man, woman, and
child in this country is innocent.

And that's why I fight for
you, Albuquerque! Better Call...

Hello, Krista? It's Gene.

Uh, uh, sorry I
wasn't in this morning.

Did you open up okay?

I'm fine. C-Could
you do me a favor?

The week's rotation
needs to be posted by 3:00.

Could you handle that?

Uh, one more thing. Um...

Just call the main office.

The... The number is
on the bulletin board.

And, uh, let them know, um...

you're gonna need a new manager.

This is how they get you?

This is how they get you?

This is how they get you?

This is how they get you?

This is how they get you?

Jesus.

What were you thinking?

What... were... you... thinking?

Ow!

Shit!

Ah! Ah! Hey!

Ahh!

I need another phone call!

Another phone call!

William Oakley and Associates,

"Trust experience,
trust Oakley."

Bill Oakley speaking.

"Trust
experience, trust Oakley."

I like that. It's catchy.

You know who this is, right?

Saul?

You got it, buddy.

Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you,
uh... What... What are y...

Uh, wha... Uh,
what are you doing?

Uh, you know I'm gonna
have to report this call.

Whoa. Calm down, Junior.

The cops know
all about the call.

They're probably listening in.

The fact is, I'm
standing in the middle

of a police station as we speak.

So they finally caught you.

Listen. This is your lucky day.

I am talking to Saul Goodman's
new advisory counsel.

What?

Keep up, Bill.
You hit the jackpot.

"Advisory counsel?"

This puts you on the map, amigo.

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna grab a flight
to Omaha, Nebraska, ASAP.

There's nothing direct,

so you're gonna have to
connect through Houston.

Wh... Who's paying for this?

- You are. Listen. You hear that?
- Hear what?

Bang, bang! That's
opportunity knocking.

Get off your ass
and answer the door.

Okay, on your
way to the airport...

- Wait. Wait. Hold on.
- I need you to make some calls.

Even supposing, hypothetically,

I'd be willing to take this on...

"Willing"? Bill, this
is a career-maker.

Get real. You're doing this.

The DA has a warehouse
of evidence against you...

I can't even begin to imagine
what the Feds are sitting on.

No matter who your
lawyer is, you are screwed.

So I've gotta ask...

Where do you see this ending?

Where do I see it ending? Um...

RICO.

Not five, not ten,

but twenty-seven
predicate violations.

Federal conspiracy
to manufacture and distribute

a controlled substance.

On this scale? Life
sentence, stat max.

Money laundering.

Eight counts, 20 years each.

One hundred sixty
years, stat max.

We'll argue for
consecutive sentencing.

Accessory after
the fact to multiple murders.

Including two decorated
federal officers.

Fifteen years each.

By our count,
that's life plus...

One hundred ninety.

Life plus 190 years.

All right. I'm willing to extend

a one-time,
take-it-or-leave-it offer.

30 years.

Keep your nose
clean, stay healthy,

you have a shot at seeing
daylight in your old age.

Mr. Oakley, your "co-counsel,"

is he here with us?

Uh, listen, you've got Agent
Schrader's widow back there.

- Why don't you invite her in?
- Uh, wait a sec...

I mean, you owe her
that much, don't you?

Well, no, she... she
can't be present at a...

A plea negotiation. It's
completely inappropriate.

She's already here.

Both parties agree.
It's fine. Really.

They tell me they found
you in a garbage dumpster.

Well, that makes sense.

My husband was the best
man that I have ever known.

He lived to help others.

If somebody was in
trouble, no matter the time,

no matter the place, Hank
Schrader would be there.

With a smile and a joke.

He was kind,

he was decent,

he was strong.

His partner...

Steve Gomez.

Steve and Blanca

made a home that was
warm and full of laughter.

Three children.

Three fatherless children.

Hank and Steve, the good guys.

They were shot dead

and left in a
hole in the desert.

And you.

You helped

the two-faced poisonous
bastard behind it all.

For what?

Money.

You did it all for money.

No matter what
they do with you now,

no matter where they
put you or for how long,

it will never be enough.

Mrs... Mrs. Schrader.

The loss that you've suffered...

It's unspeakable.

I met your husband a few times.

He was a man who
stood by his word

and was very good at his job.

A straight shooter.

You and he are...

victims.

And so am I.

Two years ago a man
came into my office.

He said his name was Mayhew.

He wanted one of my
clients to lie under oath.

He offered me money.

I declined.

Any lawyer would.

That night, as I was leaving
my office, I was attacked.

Two men threw a
sack over my head,

they hogtied me,

and they drove me
out into the desert.

And when they
pulled the hood off,

I was kneeling in
front of an open grave.

With a gun pointed at my head.

That was my introduction
to Walter White.

From that moment on,

there hasn't been a
minute that I wasn't afraid.

Yeah. I worked for him.
I made a lot of money.

But that's not why I did it.

I did it because I knew what
he would do to me if I refused.

Over and over, I thought
about going to the police.

I even thought about
talking to Agent Schrader.

But I knew that Walter White
would kill me, wherever I was.

And I was right.

You look it up.

October 4, 2009.

They murdered ten
men inside three prisons

in the space of two minutes.

Knifed.

Throats slashed.

A man was burned alive.

They even killed one of
my colleagues, a lawyer.

He was cooperating with the DEA.

Daniel Wachsburger.

The news said Dan
was stabbed 48 times.

So, yeah, when it
all blew up, I ran.

But not from the police.

From them.

Walter White might be dead,

but Jesse Pinkman
and the others?

They're still out
there, somewhere.

Mrs. Schrader...

you are looking at a man
who has lost everything.

My profession. My
family. My freedom.

I have... I have nobody.

I have nothing.

And you think jurors
are gonna buy that?

One.

All I need is one.

Oakley tells me that
you've never lost a case.

Is that so?

That's a hell of a
record. You should be proud of that.

Still...

Juries, right?

Whew. You never can tell.

It's a roll of the dice.

I'm just... I'm hoping
there's some wiggle room.

You are not going to
negotiate with this man.

You're not.

Seventeen.

After sentence has been
imposed on the counts

to which defendant pleads
guilty as agreed herein,

the government
will move to dismiss

Counts Three through
Nine of the indictment.

Eighteen.

Based on the facts now
known to the government,

the anticipated
offense level is 35,

which, when combined

with the anticipated
criminal history category of 1,

results in an anticipated

advisory sentencing
guidelines range

of 85 to 90 months imprisonment,

in addition to any
supervised release,

fine, and restitution
the Court may impose.

Seven and a half years.

Let's get this thing signed

and get the hell out of here.

We're good with that.

"Nineteen."

"Term to be served at FCI
Butner Low, North Carolina,

Wing D."

FCI Butner Low.

It's a great location.
Very nice weather.

It's the only federal
institution with a golf program.

It was good enough
for Bernie Madoff...

This is an actual request?

Are you kidding?

I give you guys half a chance,

you're gonna throw me into
gen pop in some hellhole.

I visited a client once
at ADX Montrose.

"The Alcatraz of the Rockies."

No. No, that's a
dealbreaker, my friend.

FCI Butner Low. Wing...

D. Wing D.

"Wing D."

And now we are done.

Ah, as Steve Jobs used
to say, one more thing.

"Twenty."

"During incarceration,
Defendant Goodman to receive

one pint Blue Bell mint
chocolate chip ice cream

every Friday for the duration."

Are you kidding?

He's kidding.

"Blue Bell Mint Chocolate Chip."

No substitutions.

Okay. That's it.

Hold on. I can oil
everybody's locks.

- No more games.
- No. I got a sweetener.

It's nothing I've talked about.

New arena. Primo stuff.

Go.

Inside story,

previously unknown
felony homicide.

It concerns a prominent
Albuquerque attorney

who, uh, disappeared,

believed to have killed himself.

Howard Hamlin?

You're talking
about Howard Hamlin.

That's your "sweetener"?

He's trying to sell
us the Hamlin thing.

He thought he
really had something.

Sounds like you and your ex

aren't talking on
a regular basis.

Kim Wexler walked into the
Albuquerque DA's office last month.

She spilled her guts about
Howard Hamlin, on the record.

You got nothing left to sell.

Last chance.

Do we go to trial, or
do we have a deal?

Yes!

Yes, we have a deal.

Ugh. Of course.

Am I gonna be sorry
if I ask what's going on?

I'm putting a stop to it.

A stop to what?

To what?

Listen. Just... No. Just listen.

That click?

The click.

The flame is lighting

and then it keeps going out.

So it's either a
thermocouple that's corroded

or we have a short.

A thermocouple is
corroded. Okay. I got it.

Hey, uh, maybe we
could just unplug it?

- Or cut a wire or something?
- No. Listen.

I see no reason to stay
down here without hot water

when it's something
that I can easily fix.

Aha!

I think this will do the trick.

You wouldn't happen to have
a pocket knife or a screwdriver

in one of those bags, would you?

No.

What? Speak up!

No.

Come on!

There we go.

Yeah. This should work.

Hey, you're a scientist, right?

So, uh, I have a question.

What would you do if
you had a time machine?

A time machine?

Yeah, um...

From a scientist's
point of view.

You can go backwards, forwards.

Uh, where would you go?

A meaningless question.

Time...

A time machine.

Look, time travel,

the kind of time travel
that you're thinking of,

is a scientific impossibility.

It would violate the Second
Law of Thermodynamics.

- Uh, but what about a wormhole?
- Ohh!

Well, I was watching NOVA,
and Alan Alda seemed to think...

Oh, well, then Alan
Alda, he's the expert.

Oh, Christ. Are you kidding me?

Quantum mechanics?
We're discussing that now?

Stay in your lane.

It's just a thought experiment.

There's gotta be something
you'd go back and change

if you could.

Oh, you are not talking
about a time machine,

which is both a real and
theoretical impossibility.

You are talking about regrets.

So if you want to
ask about regrets,

just ask about regrets

and leave all this
time-traveling nonsense out of it.

Okay. Regrets, then.

Regrets.

Yeah.

My regrets. All right, well...

My regrets...

Well...

When I was a graduate student,

I started a company with some...

At the time, I thought
they were my friends.

Our goal was to commercialize
discoveries that I had made.

And at a certain point...

I stepped away.

I thought I was doing
the gentlemanly thing.

But little did I understand

that they were artfully
maneuvering me

into leaving my own creation.

And had I stayed, oh...

Well...

I wouldn't be
down here with you.

So you started a
company. Is it still around?

Oh, yes.

Is it successful?

Very.

How could you never
tell me about this?

We could have done
something with this.

Wrongful termination,
intellectual property theft,

uh, patent fraud.

I mean, I coulda
sunk my teeth into this!

You'd have been the last
lawyer I'd have gone to.

Yeah. Sure.

So, what about you?

- What?
- Regrets?

Y... Wait. I got one.

You know what? Never mind.

When I was 20...

Um, 22,

I pulled a slip and fall
outside Marshall Field's.

- Uh...
- I did.

And I was stupid and young
and I was trying to show off.

So I hit the ice
as fast as I could.

I biffed it so hard,
I heard a crack!

Whew. Wasn't the ice, it was me.

I actually hurt myself.

I mean, I... My knee has
never been the same.

"A slip and fall"?

Yeah. That's how I put myself
through bartending school.

Right.

So...

So you were always like this.

Sorry.

Psst! Bill! Hey.

I'm just going to...

Sir, this man is a
federal prisoner.

I'm a US Marshal.

I ask you not to speak to him.

That's my lawyer.

Is that true? You're his lawyer?

Yes.

You'll have other opportunities
to talk to your client.

Please move out of the aisle.

No, hold on.

N-Nothing I say in front
of you is privileged, right?

That's right.

So if I talk to my attorney
and we let something slip

that could help the
government's case,

you could pass it
along to the prosecution.

Totally clean.

Correct.

With that in mind, you're sure
we can't have a few words?

Make it fast.

She confessed. What's
the DA gonna do with it?

No witnesses, no
physical evidence.

If I had to guess,
most likely they sit on it.

Permanently.

Okay.

No, not "okay."

Not for her. Her
problem's not the DA.

What then?

Well, apparently, Kim took her
sworn and notarized statement

and hand delivered
it to Hamlin's widow.

- No.
- Yes.

She opened herself
up to a civil suit.

The widow can take
her for everything she has

and everything she's
gonna have, in perpetuity.

So, is she? Suing?

Look, all I can
tell you for sure

is that Mrs. Hamlin's out
lawyer shopping as we speak.

Not that she
bothered to call me.

Hey, can I, uh, go
to the john now?

I'm going.

Hold up, Bill.

No, wait. You're
gonna love this.

The Hamlin thing? The government
doesn't know the half of it.

As soon as we land,

I want you to
tell the other side

that I've got more
to trade, okay?

I j-just remembered something

that'll make their toes curl.

Okay.

Anything that makes
their "toes curl"

is bound to jam Kim up.

If it involves her.

Oh, it involves her.

Kim's already got a civil
suit hanging over her head.

You give the government more,

maybe they bring
the hammer down.

What more are you gonna get?

What's left?

You don't understand.

It's really good ice cream.

- Boys again?
- Girls this time.

Well, she's not sleeping
for a year or two.

- At least.
- Is she coming back?

She'll have to.

Josh is a twin, isn't he?

Oh, yeah. And it's
his birthday next week.

I always take him
out, just the two of us,

because, you know, he
had to share everything.

Well, that's nice.

It's either Red Lobster

or that new Middle Eastern
place, the one over on Wickham.

- Top something?
- Topkapi.

That's it. Topkapi.

Glen took you there, didn't
he? What'd you guys think?

Uh, it wasn't...

Not good, huh?

No, uh... No. It was fine.

Would Josh like it?

He... He might.

Okay. Another
birthday at Red Lobster.

He can live with that.

What did we get them
for the shower? A stroller, right?

Yeah, one of the nice ones
with the shock absorbers.

With twins? They might
need a double stroller...

You, too, Donny.

Seana, Donny from
TPC Sawgrass, line four.

Hey, Tammy. I'm leaving
early. Can you let Ricardo know?

Sure. No prob.

Thanks.

Palm Coast Sprinkler.

Watering your world since 1978.

If he shows up, you
keep that door locked.

You call the police,
and then you call me.

Any time, day or night.

Okay?

- Okay.
- I'll see you Thursday.

Let me know if you
need me to pick you up.

- All right. Thank you.
- Okay.

Ladies, it's right this way.

Sorry about the
heat. AC's on the fritz.

Fill this out. And, before
you ask, there's no charge.

All our services are free.

Oh, a-actually, I'm here
to see if I can volunteer.

You want to volunteer?

Yes.

Can you answer a phone?

Sure.

Then there you go.

Central Florida Legal
Aid. How can I help you?

- Hello?
- Kim?

- Yes.
- This is Suzanne Ericsen.

Hi, Suzanne.

I want to make it clear

this call is
completely unofficial.

All right.

I shouldn't even
be talking to you.

But considering everything,

I think it's only right you
know what's going on.

You've seen the news?

I don't think so.

Your ex, "Saul Goodman"?

He was arrested in Nebraska.

He's been extradited
to New Mexico.

When was this?

Two days ago.

But that's not why I'm calling.

He's giving testimony
that affects you, personally.

What kind of testimony?

It's showtime.

All rise for the
right honorable Judge Samantha Small.

Court's now in session.
Please take a seat.

Okay, item one on the calendar,

CR 10-7253 United
States of America versus...

Defendant has requested to
use the name Saul Goodman.

So it's "United States
versus Saul Goodman."

Counsel, please state
your appearances.

AUSA George Castellano.

With me is Elizabeth Nooryani,

Trial Attorney from the Drug Enforcement
Section of the Department of Justice,

AUSAs Sarah Braddock,
Neel Patel, and Hillary Park

and Special Agent in Charge
Austin Ramey from the DEA.

Also present in the courtroom,

Zachary Hernandez,
Special Agent in Charge

of the FBI in New Mexico.

Your Honor, I'd also like to
note the presence of the victims

who are here this morning,

Marie Schrader and Blanca Gomez.

William Oakley appearing
as advisory counsel.

Saul Goodman appearing
on his own behalf.

Good morning.

The defendant
still wants to represent himself?

Uh... That's right, your Honor.

Okay.

The parties have
reached a plea agreement

satisfactory to both sides.

However, I have reviewed

the government's
sentencing recommendations

and...

well, I have questions.

Mr. Castellano, will you please
come up to the microphone?

Mr. Castellano, today
we consider the sentence

for a defendant who
will be pleading guilty

to multiple felonies,
RICO offenses,

money laundering, conspiracy,

accessory after the fact

to the murder of
federal officers.

And for these offenses,

the government's sentencing
recommendation is seven years.

Your Honor,

I can assure you
my colleagues and I

gave every aspect of
this recommendation

careful consideration.

Help me understand.

Has the defendant provided
substantial assistance to the government?

Your Honor?

Mr. Oakley, please
advise your client

to stay silent at this time.

Your Honor, with respect,
Mr. Oakley is advisory counsel.

I'm representing
myself here today.

If I may say something
that I think will help the court

fully understand the situation?

Mr. Goodman, you
are the beneficiary

of the most generous
sentencing recommendation

I've seen in 22
years on the bench.

Any statement you make
imperils that recommendation.

I'm very aware of
that, Your Honor.

Uh, if you'll allow me to speak,

I... I think I can save
the court's valuable time.

Go ahead.

Briefly.

Two years ago a man
came into my office.

He said his name was Mayhew.

He wanted one of my clients
to lie for him under oath.

He offered me money. I refused.

That night, as I was leaving
my office, I was attacked.

A bag was shoved over my head,

I was hogtied,

I was driven out
into the desert.

And when they
pulled the hood off,

I was kneeling in
front of an open grave

with a gun pointed at my head.

That was my introduction
to Walter White!

I was terrified.

But not for long.

That night, I saw opportunity.

A shot at big money.

And I grabbed it
and I held it tight.

And for the next 16 months,

my every waking moment was spent
building Walter White's drug empire.

Hold on, Mr. Goodman.
Stop right there.

Consult Mr. Oakley before
you say another word.

Your Honor, I believe the
court deserves the whole truth.

You are contradicting your plea
agreement's sworn factual basis.

No offense, Your Honor, but I...

I think I know the law
here better than you do.

Your Honor, we'd like
to request a recess.

No, we do not need a recess.

Your Honor, we are satisfied
for Mr. Goodman to continue.

Your Honor,

I'd like to petition to
withdraw from this case.

- Denied.
- Respectfully...

Not a chance.

Bobbi, swear Mr. Goodman in.

Do you swear that the evidence

you shall give to the
court in this matter

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth so help you God?

I do.

Mr. Goodman, you
are now under oath.

Any false statement you make

can be used in prosecution

for perjury or
obstruction of justice.

Do you understand?

- Yes.
- All right.

In the last 24 hours,

have you used any
alcohol or other drugs?

No, Your Honor.

Are you taking any
prescription medications?

No.

All right.

Continue.

Oh, um, I lied to the government
about, uh, Kim Wexler.

Uh, I fed them a load of BS

about her involvement in
Howard Hamlin's murder.

I just... I just wanted
her to come here today.

I wanted her to hear this.

So, yeah, I wasn't there
when the meth was cooked.

I wasn't there when it was sold.

I didn't witness
any of the murders,

but I damn well knew
it was happening.

I was more than a
willing participant.

I was indispensable.

I kept Walter White out of jail,

I laundered his money,

I lied for him, I
conspired with him,

and I made millions.

If he hadn't walked
into my office that day,

Walter White would
have been dead

or behind bars within a month.

And Agent Schrader
and Agent Gomez

and a whole lot of other
people would still be alive.

Fact is, Walter White couldn't
have done it without me.

You got that?

Your Honor, we move to
strike Mr. Goodman's comments.

On what grounds?

- Um, speculation.
- Speculation?

He's testifying to
his own actions.

Your Honor, uh,
he's describing events

that would have transpired
had he acted differently.

I have one more thing to say.

- Sit down, Mr. Goodman. Now.
- Please, your Honor. Please.

The government urges the court

to allow Mr. Goodman
to continue.

How is that not speculation?

All right, Mr. Goodman.

Go ahead.

What happened to
Howard Hamlin was...

it was...

I can't even...

After that,

Kim had the guts to start over.

She left town, but...

I'm the one who ran away.

And my brother Chuck...

Uh, Charles McGill.

Y-You may have known him.

He was an
incredible lawyer, as...

The most brilliant
guy I ever met.

But he was limited.

I tried.

I could have tried harder.

I should have.

- Instead, when...
- Your Honor.

Bill, please. Just let
me get through this.

Instead, when I saw a
chance to hurt him, I took it.

I got his malpractice
insurance canceled.

I took away the one
thing he lived for,

the law.

After that, he killed himself.

And I'll live with that.

What was all that?

That thing with your brother,
that wasn't even a crime.

Yeah, it was.

Mr. Goodman, sit
down and stay seated.

The name's McGill.

I'm James McGill.

Your Honor, in view
of the defendant's confession...

We'd like to request a recess...

- the Government withdraws its sentencing recommendation.
- Hold on.

- That was not a confession.
- And urges this court

to impose the statutory maximum
for each of these offenses.

That was not a confession. It was
merely, uh, a single point of view...

Furthermore, your Honor, a second
additional hearing is required...

in a very complex,
uh, narrative...

to assess the additional
claims Mr. Goodman...

I'm sorry... Mr. McGill
has now admitted to,

Did you ground yourself?

Yes, I did!

Oh, crap!

I was starting to worry.

My car conked out on the 40.

I almost got creamed
by a cement truck.

Oh, um,

they had those
apples that you like.

I got you half a dozen Fuji.

Um, and the newsstand on Central

said they might start
carrying the Financial Times.

So that's good, right?

What?

You know I could hire
someone to do this.

I could get someone
from the office.

I'm doing it.

Yeah, every day?

While you're trying
to start a... practice?

Why?

Why?

'Cause you're my brother.

Duh.

You'd do the same for me.

Mm. Well, you
could stay for a while.

We could talk.

Talk? What about?

Well, your cases. Your clients.

You want to talk
about my clients?

Seriously?

You want to talk about, uh, the
granny who got picked up for soliciting

inside a Christian
Science Reading Room?

Wh... What about the kid
who broke into a liquor store

and drank five bottles
of creme de menthe

and then passed out
behind the counter?

They deserve a vigorous defense.

Like any other client.

Or maybe you just wanna
tell me what I'm doing wrong.

That's not what I had in mind.

I'm hoping you didn't steal
that from a motel ice machine.

You can hope.

I'm gonna take a pass on
the heart-to-heart, Chuck.

One of my "deserving" clients,

he got caught waving the
weenie outside a Hobby Lobby.

Hold on. You got to
reimburse yourself.

Mm. This one's on me.

Jimmy...

If you don't like
where you're heading,

there's no shame in going
back and changing your path.

Uh, when have you
ever "changed your path"?

Hey. Think on it.

We always end up having the
same conversation, don't we?

I'll see ya tomorrow, Chuck.

And I might have
the Financial Times.

I know you?

Hey.

"Better Call Saul."

Right?

McGill.

What?

I'm McGill.

Don't give me that.

You're Saul!

It's Better Call Saul.

No shit.

Psst! Psst!

Back here, yo.

Back here.

See? Toldja!

It's Better Call Saul!

You're right. Better Call Saul.

Hi.

Yeah. Better Call Saul.

Better...

Call...

Saul.

Better...

Call...

Saul.

Better Call Saul!

Better Call Saul!

Better Call Saul!

- All of you, shut up!
- Better Call Saul!

- Better Call Saul!
- I said shut up!

- Better Call Saul!
- Shut the hell up!

- Better Call Saul!
- Shut the hell up!

Better Call Saul!

Better Call...

Saul! Lawyer's here!

I got ya, Saul.

- Ma'am?
- No cuffs, please.

Thank you.

Hi, Jimmy.

Hi.

How did you...

Uh, turns out
my New Mexico bar card

doesn't have an expiration date.

You had them down
to seven years.

Yeah, I did.

Eighty-six years.

Eighty-six years.

But with good behavior...

who knows?

Here we go, here we go.

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