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[insects chirping]

[bird calling]

[rustling]

[exhales sharply]

[grunting softly]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Slow down.

You're gonna make yourself sick.

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[windmill creaking]

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...

[chuckles]

Um, Ancient Rome?

Oh, Christ.

[chuckles]

Mm. Hmm.

December 8, 2001.

Why?

No. No.

[breathes deeply]

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?

[scoffs] 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...

[sighs] I'm a billionaire.

Ohh.

Is there such a thing as a trillionaire?

That's it. Money?

What else?

Nothing you'd change?

[melancholic music playing]

I'm rested.

[static hisses]

[videotape clicks, whirs]

[distorted opening theme music playing]

[music stops, tape clicks]

[tape rewinding]

[tape clicks]

[door closes]

[tense music playing]

- [keys clatter] - [grunts]

[dispatcher] Marion? Are you still there?

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

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

[engine starts]

[gearshift clicks]

Sixty-four, P...

[tires screech]

F, T, six.

He's headed south, towards Curtis.

Oh, please get him.

[Omaha cop on scanner] 12-14 responding.

On that 10-29, V as in Victor.

That's a Saturn Aura?

[Omaha dispatch] That is correct.

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

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

[music intensifies]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct conversations]

[siren wails]

[groans]

[grunts]

[objects rattling]

[breathing heavily]

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

Hoover Pressure-Pro Max Extract, model sixty.

[grunting]

- [objects rattling] - Ohh!

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[rapping on dumpster]

[man] Anybody home?

[creaking]

Hands. Now.

[buzzer]

[keyboard clacking]

[door thuds]

[man, on video] I was at a party,

just minding my own business.

[cat yowls, siren wails]

[woman] You are under arrest.

[man] I better call Saul!

[whipping]

[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.

[gavel bangs]

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.

[Gene, quietly]

This is how they get you?

[scoffs] This is how they get you?

[chuckling] This is how they get you?

This is how they get you?

[groans] This is how they get you?

Jesus.

What were you thinking?

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

[indistinct conversations]

Ow!

[exhales sharply]

Shit!

[breathing heavily]

[laughing]

[laughing continues]

Ah! Ah! Hey!

- [pounding on door] - Ahh!

I need another phone call!

- [pounding on door] - Another phone call!

[cell phone ringing]

[beep]

[clears throat] William Oakley and Associates,

"Trust experience, trust Oakley."

Bill Oakley speaking.

[Saul] "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.

[Oakley] "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...

[chains rattling]

[imperceptible]

[Park] RICO.

[Castellano] Not five, not ten,

but twenty-seven predicate violations.

[Patel] 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.

[Patel] Accessory after the fact to multiple murders.

Including two decorated federal officers.

Fifteen years each.

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

[Braddock] One hundred ninety.

Life plus 190 years.

[chuckles]

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.

[Castellano sighs]

[door opens]

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.

[clears throat]

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.

[chuckles softly]

And you think jurors are gonna buy that?

[breathes sharply]

One.

All I need is one.

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

Is that so?

[chuckles] 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.

[Park] 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.

[Castellano] Let's get this thing signed

and get the hell out of here.

[Oakley] We're good with that.

[Saul] "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?

[scoffs] 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.

[sighs]

FCI Butner Low. Wing...

[Saul] D. Wing D.

- [keyboard clacking] - "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. [chuckles]

"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.

[Hernandez] Go.

Inside story,

previously unknown felony homicide.

[breathes deeply]

It concerns a prominent Albuquerque attorney

who, uh, disappeared,

believed to have killed himself.

Howard Hamlin?

[Castellano] 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.

[Castellano] 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.

[creaking]

[man groaning lightly]

[grunts]

- [click] - [man coughs]

[switch clicks]

[breathes deeply]

[creaking]

[click]

Ugh. Of course.

[grunting]

[groans loudly]

[exhales sharply]

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

I'm putting a stop to it.

A stop to what?

- [click] - To what?

Listen. Just... No. Just listen.

[whoosh, click]

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?

[softly] No.

What? Speak up!

No.

[click]

- [Walter coughs] - [pounding continues]

[Walter coughing and hacking]

Come on!

- [metal screeches] - There we go.

[breathing heavily]

Yeah. This should work.

- [metal screeching] - [grunts]

[screeching]

[screeching continues]

Hey, you're a scientist, right?

So, uh, I have a question.

What would you do if you had a time machine?

[coughs] A time machine?

Yeah, um...

From a scientist's point of view.

- [metal screeching] - You can go backwards, forwards.

Uh, where would you go?

A meaningless question.

[chuckling] Time...

[coughs] 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.

[coughing]

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.

[click]

Regrets.

Yeah.

My regrets. All right, well...

[watch ticking]

My regrets...

[click]

[watch ticking]

[cup thuds]

Well...

- [click] - [exhales heavily]

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.

[click]

And had I stayed, oh...

[sighs] Well...

[clicks tongue]

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. - [click]

[sighs]

So, what about you?

- What? - Regrets?

Y... Wait. I got one.

[sighs]

You know what? Never mind.

[clears throat] 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.

[chuckles] 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.

- [clicks tongue] - Right.

So...

So you were always like this.

[Walter sighs]

[metal creaking]

[metal screeching]

[screeching fades]

[engines humming]

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.

[Saul] 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.

[pen clicks]

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.

[somber music playing]

- 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.

[Karly] 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...

[indistinct conversations]

[somber music continues]

[indistinct conversations, telephone ringing]

[Tammy] You, too, Donny.

Seana, Donny from TPC Sawgrass, line four.

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

- Sure. No prob. - [telephone rings]

Thanks.

Palm Coast Sprinkler.

Watering your world since 1978.

[gearshift clicks]

[engine shuts off]

[car alarm chirps]

[indistinct conversations]

[imperceptible]

[creaking]

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. - [telephone ringing]

Can you answer a phone?

Sure.

Then there you go.

[ringing continues]

Central Florida Legal Aid. How can I help you?

[keyboard clacking]

[cell phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

[opera music playing on headphones]

- Hello? - [Ericsen] 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?

[vehicle passes]

[tense music playing]

♪ Only believe ♪

♪ My Lordy ♪

♪ Only believe ♪

♪ All things ♪

♪ Are possible ♪

♪ If you'll only ♪

♪ Believe ♪

♪ Lordy ♪

♪ Only believe ♪

-♪♪ Yeah ♪♪ -♪♪ My Lordy ♪

♪ Only believe ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ All things are possible ♪

♪ If you only ♪

♪ Believe ♪

[sighs]

It's showtime.

[door opens]

[courtroom deputy] 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.

[Judge Small] 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.

[Castellano] Your Honor,

I can assure you my colleagues and I

gave every aspect of this recommendation

careful consideration.

[Judge Small] 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.

[clicks tongue] 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.

[chuckles]

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.

[breathes deeply]

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.

[breathes deeply]

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

[fist bangs]

You got that?

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

[Judge Small] On what grounds?

- [Oakley] Um, speculation. - [Judge Small] 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.

- [Judge Small] Sit down, Mr. Goodman. Now. - Please, your Honor. Please.

The government urges the court

to allow Mr. Goodman to continue.

[Oakley] How is that not speculation?

All right, Mr. Goodman.

Go ahead.

What happened to Howard Hamlin was...

it was...

I can't even...

[inhales shakily]

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.

[sign buzzing]

He was an incredible lawyer, as...

The most brilliant guy I ever met.

But he was limited.

I tried.

I could have tried harder.

[scoffs]

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.

[exhales sharply]

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.

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

[Oakley] 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,

[keys rattling]

[door closes]

[man] Did you ground yourself?

[Jimmy] Yes, I did!

- [crash] - Oh, crap!

[metal clattering]

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?

[lantern hissing]

[water draining]

[bag rustling]

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?

[chuckles] 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.

[bag rustling]

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"?

[chuckles] 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.

[door opens and closes]

[lantern hissing]

[hissing fades]

[chains rattling]

I know you?

Hey.

"Better Call Saul."

Right?

McGill.

What?

I'm McGill.

[scoffs] Don't give me that.

You're Saul!

[chuckles]

[chains rattling]

It's Better Call Saul.

[prisoner 1] No shit.

[prisoner 2] Psst! Psst!

Back here, yo.

[thud]

Back here.

[thud]

See? Toldja!

It's Better Call Saul!

You're right. Better Call Saul.

Hi.

Yeah. Better Call Saul.

- Better... - [tap]

- Call... - [thud]

Saul.

[thudding]

- Better... - [thud]

- Call... - [thud]

Saul.

[thudding]

[prisons chanting] Better Call Saul!

[rhythmic thudding]

Better Call Saul!

Better Call Saul!

[thudding continues]

- 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! - [thudding continues]

Better Call...

[machines whirring and clanking]

[indistinct conversations]

Saul! Lawyer's here!

I got ya, Saul.

[keys jingle, lock disengages]

[chains rattle]

- Ma'am? - No cuffs, please.

[clicking]

Thank you.

[keys jingle, lock clicks]

Hi, Jimmy.

Hi.

How did you...

Uh, turns out my New Mexico bar card

doesn't have an expiration date.

[sighs]

[Saul exhales sharply]

[lighter clicking]

[contemplative music playing]

You had them down to seven years.

Yeah, I did.

Eighty-six years.

[Saul sighs]

Eighty-six years.

But with good behavior...

who knows?

[basketball rim clunks]

[basketball bouncing]

[basketball rim clunks]

[man] Here we go, here we go.

[basketball rim clunking]

[keys jingle]

[gate creaks]

[basketball rim clunks]

[wistful music playing]

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