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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.

Here's the headline: 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?

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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.