[insects chittering]
[fly buzzing]
[thunder rumbles]
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
[theme music playing]
[engine revving]
[gun cocks]
[vehicle approaching]
[coughing]
[ominous music playing]
[footsteps thumping overhead]
[man yells indistinctly]
[speaking in Spanish]
[coughing quietly]
[dramatic music playing]
[crickets chirping]
[gasping and coughing]
[in Spanish] It's all right, okay? I don't have a problem.
To clean.
[in Spanish] Excuse me. Do you have a telephone?
I'll pay for it.
Over there.
Go ahead.
[Nacho speaks in Spanish]
[line dialing]
[telephone ringing]
A to Z Fine Upholstery.
Hello?
[in English] Dad. It's me.
Nacho?
[Nacho speaking in Spanish]
Hello.
[in Spanish] Hello, son. How are you?
Good, good.
Um...
Just wanted...
to hear your voice.
[chuckles]
Nacho...
Where are you? You sound strange.
It's not important.
I was checking in, that's all.
Okay.
Son, I have lots of work to do.
We've been through this. So many times.
You know what you have to do.
Go to the police.
Yeah, Dad. I understand.
I hear you.
What else is there to say?
Hm?
Goodbye, son.
Bye, Dad.
[sniffles]
[laughs sadly]
[keypad clacking]
[ominous music playing]
[line dialing]
[Mike] Yeah?
[in English] It's me.
Yeah.
You knew.
You knew that I was going to Mexico to die,
that I was never supposed to make it out of that motel.
And you let it happen.
Not my call.
What happens now?
That's up to you.
Is that bastard with you?
- Put him on. - Hm.
He wants to talk to you.
Yes.
You are screwed.
You want the cartel to blame me for Lalo.
But if they catch me and make me talk,
that is not good for you, is it?
Even if I disappear, everyone's gonna smell your stink all over it.
The only way that this works for you is with me dead.
All right.
Whatever bullshit way you want the story to go, I will make it go.
But... I need one thing.
- Yes? - My dad.
I need to know that he will be safe.
If you are true to your word,
there will be no reason for anyone to harm your father.
You are not the one that I need to hear it from.
Your dad's gonna be okay.
How do you know?
Because anyone who goes after him is gonna have to come through me.
Zip.
All set?
What's up?
Well, I'm just thinking about the timeline.
Let me.
Everything has to go off by the 18th. That's the target date, right?
- Uh-huh. - Before that, just for the driving work,
we're saying we want, uh, the right year and model,
mint condition, no less.
And then get it painted.
- Plus we wanna get the custom plates. - So not enough time.
That's what I'm wondering.
[Kim] Hm...
- Okay. - Here you go.
What if...?
What if we use the real car?
I mean, like, his real car?
His car? That's a bit direct.
I think the word you're looking for is "audacious."
[Jimmy] That too.
But it's a real risk,
because, uh, we're exposed when we take it,
and then, what? Just put it back?
Pretend some kids took it for a joyride? There's a dozen ways we tip our hand.
I got it.
Valet scam.
Hm? How does that work?
Oh, it wouldn't be me. This has got Huell's name written all over it.
- Huell? - Yeah.
He knows Huell, from your hearing.
Yeah, but if we do it right, Huell will be invisible.
- Oh, yeah? - Like a ghost.
That's pretty slick.
I think the word you're looking for is "audacious."
Oh, hey, Suzanne.
- Kim. - Glad I spotted you.
I have some new info on Caldwell.
Am I reading this right?
This is an out-of-state misdemeanor arrest report, on your client.
- Yeah. - This is six years old, Kim.
Yup.
There's no way we ever would have chased this down.
Why are you giving this to me?
We're in discovery, and I discovered it. I'm supposed to turn it over.
Besides, we are going to beat you on the merits.
You can keep that copy. I'll see you.
[elevator chimes]
Kim. Kim, do you have a minute?
[Suzanne] I'm sure you recognize this man.
He's a client of Jimmy McGill's, one Jorge De Guzman.
This, this is Eduardo Salamanca.
Same person.
Okay. And who is Eduardo Salamanca?
A major drug trafficker. We got this photo from Federales in Chihuahua.
Seems Salamanca jumped the 7 million he posted in bail and fled to Mexico.
That's news to me. How did this come to light?
He died in a massive firefight at his compound.
Over a half dozen people were killed.
That's terrible. But where are you going with this?
Bear with me.
Let me explain how this looks from where I stand.
A couple of years back, Jimmy McGill represented Ignacio Varga, a local dealer.
Now, Varga is a known associate of Tuco Salamanca.
Jimmy was involved in getting Tuco a reduced sentence
on an assault and battery charge shortly after he represented Varga.
And now here he is, representing Eduardo Salamanca
under the assumed name De Guzman.
Okay.
What are you getting at?
Are you building some kind of case against Jimmy?
No. No one is, at the moment.
At the moment?
Gina Khalil thinks Jimmy knew who De Guzman was,
that Jimmy helped Salamanca even after he knew.
I'd like to believe he didn't.
I don't think Jimmy ever intended to become a cartel lawyer.
It's not a suit that fits him.
I think maybe he got in over his head and couldn't get out.
And if that's true, if Salamanca duped him,
then the lawyer-client privilege was obtained in bad faith.
You want Jimmy to rat on a client?
Even if Salamanca's dead, his privilege survives. You know that.
If the privilege was clean.
But if he wasn't in on the De Guzman deception, Jimmy could talk to me.
And tell you what? You just said Salamanca's dead.
His accomplices aren't.
Salamanca was in deep,
and I wanna know what his people are doing here in Albuquerque, and Jimmy could help.
I'll make sure anything he tells me won't blow back.
And if it turns out that Jimmy's made mistakes,
we won't hold him accountable.
I'm talking to you because I think
you'll be more willing to hear what I have to say.
Look, we had a monster in custody.
We just let him walk right out of jail.
We failed. The whole system just failed.
This guy killed a 22-year-old kid.
Dead, in cold blood.
It's wrong. You know it's wrong. And I think Jimmy does too.
Saul.
I'm sorry?
He practices now under the name Saul Goodman,
although I distinctly remember you referring to him as a scumbag.
Uh, I admit I have had my problems with Saul.
That's true.
But I also believe,
underneath it all, underneath all of his...
showiness,
he's a lawyer and a human being, and I think he knows what's right.
[ominous music playing]
When?
Tomorrow.
[footsteps approaching]
Boss says he looks too pretty.
- Want me to take care of it? - No.
I'll do it.
Now get the hell out of here.
Gotta make it look real, right?
Let's get it over with.
First things first.
[classical music playing over car speakers]
Tony, good to see you. How's night school treating you?
A in Econ, Mr. Hamlin.
Ah, good for you. Keep it up.
[classical music continues]
- Oh, sorry, sir. My bad. - Excuse me. No worries.
Excuse me.
Better get a move on. The kid looks quick.
[suspenseful music playing]
Let's go, yo.
[classical music playing]
Probably about 45 seconds. I'm just saying.
Heard you the first time.
[music crescendos]
[music ends]
[footsteps echoing down stairs]
[Huell] Smooth as glass. Guy drove away without a clue.
Great. And, uh, how does it work?
Press four for unlock, five for lock. The rest will take care of itself.
Four for unlock, five for lock. All right.
What you asked for, and a little extra. Should cover you and the Keymaster.
Can I ask you something?
Sure, go ahead.
Personal, kind of.
Okay, what?
You're a lawyer. You make good money, right?
Good days and bad, but yeah.
Legit money, on the level.
Yeah. So?
Your wife's a lawyer. A legit lawyer.
Yeah.
Why do you do all this?
Oh.
I got you. I know from the outside this looks like just another scam,
but you're not seeing the bigger picture.
Couple months from now, there are people whose lives are gonna be way better.
Because of this. We're making a real difference. Trust me.
We're doing the Lord's work here.
If you say so.
Be seeing you.
Hey, buckle your safety belts, boys and girls, because Huell came through.
Huell says hi, by the way.
[Kim] Glad to hear it.
What's going on?
I have news, Jimmy.
Lalo is dead.
Holy shit.
The DA's office put it together that Lalo was calling himself De Guzman.
They are pretty upset they let him go.
I'll bet they are.
Ericsen seems to think that if Lalo lied to you,
and you didn't know about the pseudonym, that you could break confidentiality.
She wants you to talk. She says it's right.
What do you think we should do?
You should do whatever you want, Jimmy.
They don't have anything on you.
It's just a fishing expedition to see if you bite.
You think I should do it?
It depends.
On what?
Well...
I guess it's basically...
do you wanna be a friend of the cartel, or do you wanna be a rat?
[Gus] Bolsa will want to hear the truth from you
before the Salamancas have you.
Their methods take too long for his taste.
What will you say?
I'll say it was Alvarez...
working for Los Odios out of Peru, that, uh...
I've been on the payroll for almost a year.
[Mike] All right. Once you say it, you get to your feet,
you start running as fast as you can at Victor.
You'll be zip-tied, he'll be ready.
Get past him and keep running.
He'll handle it.
He puts me down, you mean?
[Mike] It'll be over quick.
- You have something more to say? - I wanna be there.
The Salamancas know you. They know your face.
I'm not gonna be close enough for them to eyeball me.
I should be there for insurance.
There are a lot of ways this can go south.
[pensive music playing]
[ominous music playing]
Turn around.
[ominous music continues]
[Juan] Today you are going to die.
But there are good deaths, and there are bad deaths.
Tell me what I need to know.
I'll see that your death is a good one.
Who put you up to this?
One last chance. Who?
[sighs]
It was Alvarez.
Los Odios, out of Peru.
They paid me to set up your nephew.
And I did.
[tense music playing]
[Hector ringing bell]
[breathing heavily]
Alvarez, we know. Los Odios, we know.
Was anyone else involved?
[scoffs]
Him?
You think the Chicken Man? [laughs]
What a joke.
Alvarez has been paying me for years.
Years, but you know what? I would have done it for free
because I hate every last one of you psycho sacks of shit.
I opened Lalo's gate,
and I would do it again, and I'm glad what they did to him.
He's a soulless pig. I wish I'd killed him with my own hands.
And you know what else, Hector?
I put you in that chair.
Oh, yeah. Your heart meds? I switched them for sugar pills.
You were dead and buried, and I had to watch this asshole bring you back.
So when you're sitting in your shitty nursing home,
sucking down on your Jell-O
night after night for the rest of your life,
you think of me, you twisted fuck.
[speaks in Spanish, then yells]
[tense music continues]
Do it.
[unsettling music playing]
[music fades]
[Hector ringing bell]
[van engine starts]
[gunshots continue]
[theme music playing]