Better Call Saul

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.