Fun and Games

One day, we'll, uh...

We'll wake up and brush our teeth

and we'll go to work...

And at some point we'll suddenly realize

that we haven't thought about it at all.

None of it.

And that's when we'll know.

We'll know we can forget.

Don Eladio.

Don Juan.

Gustavo.

Don Hector.

Gustavo...

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Ay, ay, ay.

Ahh.

Bueno.

Gustavo...

The doc left these for you,

in the event that you made it back alive.

Tell me about the lawyers.

Well, they spent a full afternoon with the cops.

Played it as they were told. Maybe a bit better.

The APD consensus is

he walked into the ocean and killed himself.

Without a body, they can't close the file,

but for all practical purposes it's over.

When can construction resume?

We need to find a new engineer

and a crew to do the work.

That could take some time.

Start today.

Mr. Fring. Welcome back.

Well, thank you, Brett.

What can I get you?

Wine, to start.

Yes, sir.

A glass of the Dressler & Vaughn, please.

Right away.

Mr. Fring.

It's so good to see you.

It's been a while.

Yes. Too long.

What are you drinking?

The Dressler & Vaughn.

How is it?

Enough said.

Brett?

Can you get that bottle from before?

Now, normally, we would never have this open,

but a couple hours ago, I smelled cigar smoke.

And I look up and this Cadillac cowboy is rolling in,

puffing on a Monte Cristo.

And, I mean, we're talking the full deal.

You know, Stetson and ostrich skin boots,

the belt buckle the size of Utah.

On his arm, there's a... A young woman

who somehow poured herself into the tightest dress

that I have ever seen.

Anyway, he clearly wants to impress his date,

so he orders this.

He takes one sip,

and sends it back.

For a rum and Coke.

Diet Coke. What can I say?

But his loss

is definitely your gain.

Remarkable.

Mm-hmm.

I thought you'd like it.

It is from the birthplace of Syrah, Cote-Rotie.

This one is Rene Rostaing's La Landonne.

So, I'm in college.

And I make it to Europe, my first time.

And I got a little enthusiastic with my Eurail pass.

Long story short, I get lost.

And I mean really lost.

It is the middle of the night, pitch black.

I'm standing on this cobblestone street

with my backpack and there's no one around.

I mean, I have absolutely no idea where I am.

Finally, I get to this stand of cedar trees

and I just go ahead and roll out the sleeping bag.

And the next morning I wake up and...

I'm in paradise.

Ampuis.

It's... It's...

It's this perfect little village in the southeast.

It's... It's surrounded by vineyards,

everything's green.

They call it the ancient gateway

to the Rhone Valley.

They've been making wine there since Roman times.

Am I talking too much?

No, not at all.

The vineyards are so steep

they can't get tractors up there, so they use horses.

Still, to this day.

Do you get that, um...

That meaty... It's almost bloody flavor?

The soil is all iron oxide and manganese.

You can taste it in the glass, right?

I have a confession to make.

About a year ago,

you mentioned a rare vintage from the same region.

1978? Yes. Exactly.

And I must say, you paint a compelling picture.

I went home that night, and I bought a bottle.

A 1978 Cote-Rotie?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Fring, that must... Gustavo.

Gustavo.

I'm saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I would love to hear about it,

when you have that occasion.

Hold on. There's something I have to show you.

The owner bought a bottle of Guigal.

- I can't open it. - Of course.

But the bottle itself is...

You'll appreciate this. I'll be right back.

Brett.

Would you let David know that I've been called away?

Of course, Mr. Fring.

- Have a good evening. - Thank you.

Yes?

Mr. Varga, you don't know me,

but I'd like to talk about your son.

My son?

What happened?

Maybe we could talk face-to-face?

I'm outside.

Who are you?

It's not important.

I saw you here before.

Chrysler Fifth Avenue.

What about my son?

I'm sorry. He won't be found.

It was over fast.

No pain.

You were there?

I was there.

Your son made some mistakes.

He fell in with bad people.

But he was never like them, not really.

He had a good heart.

One more thing.

You won't have to worry about the Salamancas.

Their day is coming.

There will be justice.

Justice?

I'm sorry. My Spanish.

J-Justicia. Justice.

What you talk about is not justice.

What you talk of is revenge.

It never ends.

My boy is gone.

Oh, they got a new trashcan.

We'll just put in an appearance.

Twenty minutes tops.

We can get through twenty minutes of anything.

There's Julie and Francis.

- Hey, Kim. - Hey, guys.

Jimmy.

I always admired him. Always.

Even when...

I mean, nobody could relate to a client quite like he could.

And it wasn't an act. He genuinely cared.

I never saw it coming.

Addiction is a disease.

He was a good lawyer and a hell of a guy.

What else is there to say?

It still doesn't seem real.

Mm.

I mean, I...

Expect to see him charging down those stairs

with a big grin on his face.