Better Call Saul

Where is this place?

Where am I?

I don't speak English.

Sit down, please.

Phone?

No, local calls only.

Please, be careful. You should not be moving around.

The doctor will come soon.

Who brought me here?

Did Fring do this?

Gustavo Fring.

Sit down.

I will get you a glass of water.

Look what you've done to all my fine work.

What am I doing here?

You were meant to be recovering.

What's he want with me?

He's asked me to keep you alive.

Will you allow this?

Okay, listen up.

If Acker doesn't leave on his own by quarter after, the sheriff's gonna evict.

Once that's done, utilities will drop and cut their lines

while we take down the north fence.

Anything inside the place gets loaded up and sent to storage.

Debris goes in the side dumpster.

Concrete's staying. Disposal company's coming for it.

- We good so far? - I think I might be seeing a hitch here.

Wait, who are you?

I'm Saul Goodman, attorney-at-law. Glad to meet you.

A better question might be, where are we?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you know what?

It's coming up on the hour, so a word to the wise,

if you let everyone go right now, you might save half a day's salary in fringes.

What the hell are you talking about?

Deputies, great. Perfect timing.

- What's going on? - He's a lawyer, says he has a hitch.

I'm Everett Acker's attorney, I'm just dotting the I's in "due diligence."

Well, I'm sorry, sir. The eviction order's signed by a judge.

I'm sure it is. Can I have a peek at that?

It's all correct, sir.

Sir, since you represent Mr. Acker,

can you make sure he cooperates with the eviction?

Can you make out the address on that?

1130 Arroyo Vista. Is there a problem?

Well, I mean, is that where we are?

There were house numbers on that mailbox, plain as day. Eleven-thirty.

I don't see any.

Do you, deputy?

No. I don't.

Well, somebody messed with them. This is 1130 Arroyo Vista.

This here's 1240 Arroyo Vista.

It's always been 1240 Arroyo Vista.

- Twelve-forty? - Twelve-forty.

My client says it's 1240.

I got a plat map, says we can straighten this out.

Well, all due respect to whoever drew that map,

but Mr. Acker's been living here for 30 years.

I think he knows his own address.

Sir, you got something with an address on it?

Thank you.

1240 Arroyo Vista.

It's 1130. Anybody can print out something like that.

You've got an order signed by a judge.

You know, we could get a surveyor up here this afternoon. He'll clear everything up.

- That would lose us a full day. - Listen, officer.

Before you go forcing an elderly veteran from his home and take everything he's got,

demolish a half century of hard work,

wouldn't you like to know you got the right place?

Come on, all we're talking about are some missing house numbers.

I have to make a call.

Everybody take 10!

After a year of running every which way, now the guy gets a lawyer?

The lawyer comes in, the crazy comes out.

We had it straightened out in a matter of hours.

It was a gimmick, and not a particularly effective one.

It's costing us a day. I call that plenty effective.

But we're past that. Tomorrow they're finally tearing the place down, right?

That's the plan.

There's more?

Unfortunately, there is another complication.

The lawyer Acker hired, it's Jimmy.

Jimmy? Your Jimmy?

- Yes. - Pfft.

How did that happen?

Jimmy's been doing some very aggressive marketing.

Looks like Acker picked up on it.

Okay, so, what now?

In fairness to you,

I'll withdraw from everything having to do with the Tucumcari project.

Stef will step in for me. She and Paige can see it through.

Kim's brought us this far. I think Stef will do a fine job for us.

Of course, this is just Tucumcari we're talking about.

I'll continue to handle everything else as usual.

You know what?

I smell a rat.

Acker hiring Jimmy, that's no coincidence.

And I heard about the talking-to you gave that guy.

Sounds like you tore him a new one.

- I... I wouldn't say that I... - Here's what I think.

This fella saw you for the killer you are,

and he went and hired Jimmy specifically to take you away from us.

Kevin, I...

I have to say, I think that's very unlikely.

Trust me on this, Kim. I know a scam when I see one, okay?

No disrespect. I'm sure your associate's more than capable.

But I am not gonna let this guy deprive me of the best in the business.

I think what Kim's trying to say is that

going home to the attorney on the other side of this matter

could get awkward for her.

Is that right, Kim? This gonna be tough on you at home?

It's not the personal side that concerns me.

I just wouldn't want there to be any question of conflict of interest.

Well, I'm not worried about that.

If you're willing to stick with it, I say, why change horses midstream?

Kevin, are they waiting for you?

Yeah.

Listen. I need that call center. We gotta get this thing moving now.

We got a lot of competitors out there, and none of them

are waiting on some crabby old son of a bitch

to get their damn call centers built.

- Got it? - Got it.

I know you do.

That an MRI machine I saw back there?

It is.

And Fring paid for all this.

And all those nice little houses out there.

I'm guessing there are bales of meth inside.

There are no drugs here.

None, save the ones that I prescribe.

No men with guns either.

And if I wanna get back to where I belong?

You're welcome to leave.

You'd go back to the road where I found you.

Five kilometers from here, there's a gate that leads to the main road.

There are men at that gate.

Those men have guns, I'm guessing.

Perhaps.

I've never seen any weapons.

In any case, they will not stop you.

Twelve kilometers up the highway, there's a small town.

Bigger than this place, but small.

There is a bus stop.

Once you're on that bus...

you're perhaps a day from El Paso.

However...

as you are now, you would not survive the journey.

My advice is to rest.

Enjoy some of Señora Cortazar's excellent cooking.

And take in some clean air.

Fring carts me all the way down here.

Why?

That I do not know.

You would have to ask him.

So you're just his on-call quack?

I am the quack who saved your life.

This is for infection.

Two every four hours for the next week. This is for the pain.

Take it when you need it.

I'll be back to check on you in three days.

Then, in a week or so, perhaps you will be able to travel.

I can get a message to your family.

They're fine.

Hello, Howard.

Hi, Jimmy. This a bad time?

I'm a bit busy, to be honest, but...

what's up?

Just thinking about you. How are you doing?

Fine.

Glad to hear it.

So, what's up?

Just touching base, to see if you had any thoughts

on what we talked about.

What we talked about...

The job!

Yeah, no, I mean, hey,

I've been thinking of nothing else, really.

Glad to hear it.

Any conclusions?

No. I'm just... I'm mulling it over.

You know, reflecting, trying to give it the consideration that it deserves.

Fair enough. I'm ready to discuss the details when you are.

- Sounds good. - And Jimmy...

Hey.

Smells interesting.

Yeah, that's the curry.

I think it's our unlikely hero.

I'm gonna have to soak it overnight, but it'll be ready first thing.

- So how'd it go with Kevin? - Well, I'm still on the case.

No shit. That's great! What happened?

You know, the more I wanted to go, the more he wanted me to stay.

- Yeah, but he was pissed, right? - A little bit.

Right, so where were you?

We were at his country club.

Cutting it close to tee time. Pressure. That's excellent.

- He had to move his game, actually. - I love it!

Right. Now what?

You were sitting? You were standing? I mean...

Paint a picture. Set the scene.

Come on.