Better Call Saul Table Read - Season 2 Episode 1 - Switch | With All The Main Cast

Really so delighted to be back for season two.

Let's-- Let's crush it and hopefully people will like it the way they liked season one.

-Yeah. -Hear hear. Brett? -Sweet. Okay, guys. -Read away.

Just before I start, there's been some questions.

The script-- Scene descriptions have been redacted a bit.

That's just to make this flow a little bit smoother and faster.

So that being said, let's start, guys. 201, we're in the teaser. Macro close on a familiar spiral.

It's frosty white cream on a big, grey bun. We begin in beautiful high-contrast black and white...

...and yes, that is the top of a Cinnabon bun...

...because we are back in a Cinnabon store at night.

We're in a food court in Omaha in the post-Breaking Bad present.

It's closing time. There are two Cinnabon employees cleaning up.

We have macro views of old dough being scraped, soapy sponges cleaning...

...spray bottles squirting and brooms and mops sweeping. Hands pull out a used coffee filter.

Hands carry the filter over to a garbage pail.

The trash lid is lifted and we angle up from inside the garbage can...

...revealing a sad Cinnabon manager, Gene... ...formerly Saul Goodman, formerly Jimmy McGill...

...dumping the coffee grounds right on us. We go wider. We stay with Gene for a few moments...

...of his typical closing routine. Gene's emotions are rote, bland, bored.

Except for the other two employees, the place is empty. Gene turns out the lights.

Moments later, Gene, with the two employees... ...has a garbage bag, says "good night."

Good night, ladies. Get home safe. -See you, Gene. -Good night.

The women pad off together. The rest of the stores are also closed. Once Cinnabon is secure...

...Gene lugs the bags in the opposite direction of employees...

...to a corridor where he passes a janitor on a riding vac.

The two late-night drones share a simple nod. Moments later, he finds his way into a hallway.

<i>Gene passes beneath the dock that reads 10:20 pm.</i>

As he rounds the corner, he pushes through a door into a dumpster room.

He pushes the heavy door and chocks it open with a wooden wedge.

He walks the bags over to the dumpsters.

We see that this room is very dirty with cigarette butts, debris...

...graffiti on the wall. He lifts one bag and tosses it into the dumpster.

As he does this, the wooden wedge on the door slips and scrapes.

-Gene turns, makes a huge lunge for it. -No! No, no.

Boom. The door closes and locks. Shit. It's not budging. Damn it. No. Hey. Hello? Hey! Oh, come on.

Hello? Somebody? He pounds on the door, calling out for help, but no response.

Gene looks back, sees an emergency exit door...

...with a push bar marked with a warning, "Alarm will sound." He steps up and considers a long beat.

He's too afraid. He returns to the other door. Hello? Hey! I'm in here! Can someone help? Hey! I'm--

But he's wasting his energy. He backs off, sits on a crate. Pathetic. He notices the graffiti.

Picks up a loose drywall screw and absently fiddles with it.

And off this sad little Gene, we time cut...

...to that same hallway. The clock now reads 11 :48 p.m. More than an hour's gone by.

That same janitor wields a bin of garbage... ...rounds the corner into the dumpster room.

Gene's in the same place, the drywall screw hanging in his fingers...

...until the janitor pushes the door open. Gene drops the screw and stands quickly...

...brushing past the janitor who wonders briefly and says, "Whatever."

We stay in the dumpster room as Gene pads away...

...while the janitor wedges the door and dumps his garbage. We push in on the wall of graffiti.

The camera continues to approach the spot where Gene was sitting.

The janitor wipes past frame. We hear the door closing.

Finally we notice something scratched into the paint.

Carved with the tip of a drywall screw, tiny letters. "SG was here." What exactly does this mean?

Off this tiny, enigmatic rebellion, we end the teaser.

We begin act one in an abstract, out of focus world. We're in colour.

A hand drops into shot wearing a familiar pinky ring.

We reveal that we are exterior of the courthouse parking lot, day.

It's Jimmy and we're in a scene at the end of episode 110.

Although it's the same scene from back in the day... ...it's new shots.

Jimmy is considering what he should do before walking in to see Kim...

...and meet his potential new employers from the law firm Davis & Main.

He has all the events leading up to this moment are rattling through his brain.

His colourful past as Slippin' Jimmy, and now his grey future as a lawyer. Is this what he wants?

As before, Jimmy fiddles with his pinky ring... ...except now, the scene continues.

Jimmy marches toward the courthouse. We realise he didn't immediately turn and drive away...

...at the end of episode 110. What is he doing?

We make our way into the hallway where Kim, Hamlin...

...and representatives from Davis <i>&</i> Main... ...including Clifford Main, are present.

Two younger associates stand with Main in sharp grey suits. -Oh, here he is. -Jimmy.

-Right on time. Good to see you. -Hello, Howard. Hey hi. James McGill, Douglas Main.

Just Jimmy. Pleasure to meet you, Clifford. Likewise. We've heard all about your work on Sandpiper.

Oh, well, it's a group effort. These folks at HHM are just knocking it out of the park.

Well, we know the case wouldn't exist without you. Absolutely.

You get him on your team and you'll see why they call him Charlie Hustle.

Jimmy, these are my associates, Timothy Talbot and Aaron Prill. Hey, nice to meet you both.

Timothy, Aaron offer friendly hellos as Jimmy shakes their hands.

Guys, I hate to do this, but can I borrow Ms. Wexler for a moment?

-Why? -I just-- I just need a second. -If you'll excuse us. -Jimmy steps away, ushering Kim down.

-Pardon me. -Jimmy moves Kim out of their earshot. -What's going on? -Yeah, I--

Look, here's the thing...

Jimmy. If I take this job, does that mean that the two of us-- You and me-- -Jimmy makes a back and forth motion. -Does it mean...?

What? What the hell is this? If I take the job today...

...at Davis <i>&</i> Main, will you and me...

...be together?

Jimmy I-- One thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other. -Nothing at all? -No, of course not.

Why would it?

Great.

Sorry about that. Listen. I wanna thank you sincerely for your interest in me.

It's an hon our to be considered, but at this time-- At this time, I'm gonna have to take myself out of the running. Thank you. Howard, thanks.

Jimmy. Hamlin looks to Kim, who can only stand bewildered and watch Jimmy exit.

We cut to the parking lot, the cashier booth.

Repeat of existing 110 footage, meaning we don't shoot any of this.

-That was quick. No charge. -Help me out here.

Did I dream it, or did I have $1,600,000 in cash on my desk?

When I close my eyes, I can still see it. It's burned into my retinas like I stared into the sun.

No one on God's green Earth knew we had it.

We could've split it 50/50. We could've gone on with $800,000 each tax-free. Your point being?

Why didn't we? What stopped us? I seem to remember you saying something about doing the right thing.

I don't even know what that means. You wanna know why I didn't take the money?

-Is that what you're asking? -Yeah, that's what I'm asking.

Me, personally, I was hired to do a job. I did it. That's as far as it goes. Yeah?

Well, I know what stopped me. You know what? It's never stopping me again.

Jimmy drives off, smile creeping onto his face. We're at exterior nail salon. The store is open.

Inside, the chatty Vietnamese salon workers attend to their clients.

Jimmy swings the Esteem into a parking spot. He steps out.

<i>"Chào các cô", ladies. "Chào các cô".</i>

Mrs. Nguyen, beautiful day out there. You ought to get out of this place.

-Throw a Frisbee, have some fun. -I have a business to run. Nope. The business is running you.

Listen to me, thank me later. He moves off for his office and passes the water dispenser.

He grabs a cup. Cucumber water for customer only.

Of course, Jimmy respectfully returns the cup, but then... ...he squats down and opens the spigot.

He lets the water drain directly into his open mouth.

Mrs. Nguyen and the salon workers are speechless. Jimmy throws a nod to Mrs. Nguyen.

Basically a "Fuck, yeah, that just happened"... ...and he struts off.

We pick him up in the back room. Jimmy unlocks his office. Jimmy goes inside, slams the door shut.

We hang on the printout outside the door which reads: "James N. McGill, Esq. A Law Corporation"...

...until Jimmy opens the door, rips the printout down.

The blank door swings back at us. We wonder, "What the hell is he doing?"

We then out to a parking garage, day. We're close on a sandwich bag.

Next to it is Mike, waiting patiently. He feels the low quake of a vehicle...

...and Mike turns and watches a giant yellow Hummer...

...red flames on the side, rolling up and parking.

Who's inside this monster and what do they want with Mike?

Mike picks up his brown lunch bag and coolly walks away. The tinted windows lower to reveal Pryce.

Hey, it's me.

Mike keeps walking. Pryce is confused. He puts the Hummer in reverse.

Tries to keep pace with Mike, but he's in danger of taking out a pillar.

Hey. He-- Hello? Hello? Oh, jeez. It's me. I got a new car. You like it?

Mike glances around, then steps closer. We are not taking that to the meet.

Well, how are we gonna get there?

<i>-I'll</i> drive my car. -Why? This business requires restraint.

That is the opposite of restraint. But I like it. I'm proud of it.

You can be proud of it on your own time, but not with me. I am not getting in that.

Okay, then don't. Honestly, I mean, you don't really do anything.

I mean, I've been paying you the salary of three people... ...to just stand behind me.

You know, these last few deals this Nacho fella's come alone.

And he-- If he doesn't need backup men, then, I mean, why do I need you? I should just go alone.

I'm throwing away money, just tossing it away. -In the trash. -Look...

You do whatever you want, but I'm advising you...

...do not go to that meet without somebody watching your back. Yeah, well, of course you'd say that.

You don't wanna be out of this easy-peasy job.

Well, sorry, but this right here is the gravy train... ...and it's leaving the station right now.

So last chance. All aboard. Mike stares, then walks off. Seriously, last chance.

I'm gonna count to, say, 10, and then-- Okay, then. Your services are no longer needed.

Pryce drives off... ...but takes the turn too wide and needs to awkwardly manoeuvre...

...so he doesn't hit a pillar.

And off this parting of ways we find ourselves at a desert meeting spot...

...a few hours later. We're close on a pair of red Air Jordan sneakers...

...with yellow highlights, anxiously shifting back and forth.

We reveal it's Pryce waiting next to his yellow Hummer.

We note that he has a giant expensive watch... ...and his pants are hiked too high.

A familiar van appears being driven by Nacho.

Pryce sets the cardboard box of pills on the back bumper of his Hummer.

As Nacho steps out, his usual manila envelope of cash in hand.

No old guy? What, did he break a hip or something? I know, right? Yeah, no. We-- We parted ways.

Saw things differently, so-- -You know how that is. -Nacho sizes up Pryce.

Then he hands over the envelope. As Pryce moves away to count the cash...

...we reveal that Nacho is fucking pissed. But Nacho never shows Pryce how angry he is.

-This is interesting. -Yeah. You like it? -Can I take a look? -Oh, yeah. Get on in. Check it out.

Nacho climbs up on the running board. -Impressive. -Thank you. Yeah.

-Get in, feel the leather. -Nacho slides in. It's an H2. Brand new, off the line.

Slimmer than the H1, but longer, more height. Yeah, it's a honey. V8 engine, 325 horsepower.

Tri-zone climate controls. You can have a girl in a bikini and another in a parka...

...and they'd both be comfortable.

Out of Pryce's view, Nacho casually pops open the Hummer's glove box.

You riding around with two girls in your SUV? -You'd be very comfortable, huh? -Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Anyway, I should count this. Yeah, do your thing. Make sure it's right.

Pryce is unaware as Nacho takes out the vehicle registration...

...and reads Pryce's real name, Daniel Wormald... ...and his address.

Nacho returns the registration, eases the glove box shut...

...steps to the ground as Pryce approaches with the pills. Okey doke, we are good.

Same as before. Still factory sealed. As always, welcome to count them. I trust you.

Okay, then. Thanks. Till next time. Pryce watches Nacho drive away.

Pryce climbs back in the Hummer, pretty satisfied with his success...

...and we wonder what kind of trouble he's just gotten himself into... ...as we end act one.

Begin act two. Exterior hotel pool, day.

Blue water. We're looking straight down at a large hotel swimming pool.

Into frame drifts Jimmy in a floating lounge chair... ...a Mai Tai in his cup holder. Life is good.

A muffled cell phone rings. He laps lazily at the water.

We reveal a cell phone floating in a Ziploc bag... ...bobbing over to within his reach. Hello? Yes.

No, sorry. Yes. Yes, this is James McGill, but I'm no longer a lawyer. That's right, not a lawyer.

-Bye. -A shadow crosses over him. So this is what a mid-life crisis looks like?

Not mid-life crisis, clarity. -Mid-life clarity. -Oh, clarity, huh? Can I have some of that?

Clearly explain to me why you just walked out... ...on the best job opportunity of your life.

Get in the pool and I'll tell you. Get in the pool?

Come on. Pop in the gift shop, buy a bathing suit. We can go with a one-piece, nothing fancy.

Water's perfect, 82 degrees. Order a drink and-- You gotta try the crab dip, it's amazing.

Why are you acting like this? I'm not acting like anything, I just-- I finally decided to be me.

A passing poolside waiter approaches. Everything okay, Mr. Cums-ten? Would you like another drink?

No I... I'm good for now. Thanks. Waiter smiles and nods, continuing on his way.

Tell you what, Mr. Cumsten, if you really wanna talk, I'll be in the bar.

-But not for long. -Kim walks off. Hey Rolando.

And Jimmy does the universal mime for "Cheque, please."

Off Jimmy hand-rowing to the poolside, we do a time cut. We find ourselves in a hotel bar.

A little later. It's a high-end place. Jimmy scans a bar menu.

Kim has her own bar menu, but can't help but stare at Jimmy, bewildered.

What do you mean, quit the law? I quit it, simple as that.

Oh, well, thanks for explaining. Super clear now.

-Jimmy raises his hand to flag a waiter. -Excuse me. Is this a misprint? It's gotta be, right?

Zafiro Afiejo. Yes, that's correct, believe it or not. Holy shit, a $50 shot of tequila?

-Is it worth it? -Apparently, I mean-- -Kind of a personal choice thing. -Well...

...can't die without trying a $50 shot of tequila, so-- Two please.

We can charge that to the room, can't we? No, we can't. We-- I am paying- And he will be having a shot of your well brand. I'll have a glass of your house red.

We have a Pinot, a cabernet and a syrah. Whatever. Dealer's choice. Something with alcohol.

You got it.

Jimmy. Did something happen in Cicero? Why did something have to happen in Cicero?

Because when I talked to you about Davis <i>&</i> Main...

...you were ready to take the job, but you get back... ...you're suddenly quitting the law?

Cheating hotels out of expensive liquor? Wearing a really weird pinky ring?

What, are you in the mafia now?

Asking if we have a future. I mean-- -Where'd that come from? -I don't know. I just--

Okay, look, it's not Cicero, it's my whole life.

You know? At least from the time Chuck made me come to Albuquerque.

Ever since I got here, all I've been doing is trying to make Chuck happy.

Bending over backwards to please Chuck. Chuck Chuck Chuck. Not anymore.

You quitting the law, isn't that exactly what Chuck wants?

Who cares, right? This is for me. I got into the law for all the wrong reasons.

I'm trusting my instincts here. My talents are better spent elsewhere. Where?

Floating in somebody else's pool?

Jimmy, you're a great lawyer. I'm not just saying that. Sandpiper, your work with the clients...

You're good. Why give it up? Okay, look, I'm not saying it never had its moments.

But the stuff I liked, selling people, convincing people... You don't gotta be a lawyer to do that.

Besides, people tell me how they see me, and it's not as a lawyer.

The waiter returns with their drinks and Kim's card.

Here you go. Let me know if I can get you anything else.

Just as that's happening, we catch the sound of a loud mouth...

...alone at the bar, bragging on his Bluetooth. It's Ken Wins...

...the parking spot-stealing asshole from Breaking Bad...

...who got his car blown up by Walter White. Yeah, short it, short it, short it. Short it.

Stock's useless. Has no legs, like a circus freak minus the fun.

What? No, no, no. That one's even worse.

Put a pillow over its face till you hear the deathbed queef. It's a loser.

Jimmy and Kim mostly ignore the bigmouth. So... ...if you're not gonna be a lawyer, then what?

Float around and wait for your Sandpiper money to roll in? That could be years.

Sandpiper has no bearing on what I'm doing. At all. Then what's the plan?

To be open to the universe. So no plan?

To walk the Earth like Jules at the end of <i>Pulp</i> Fiction.

I was thinking more like Kwai Chang Caine from Kung Fu. But no. Yes. Maybe. I--

Whatever the universe presents... ...whatever opportunity arises, I'm gonna take it.

Whatever opportunity? Wasn't Davis & Main an opportunity?

A great opportunity? And you're walking away from it.

Shouldn't you at least try the job before you say no?

What, and waste everyone's time, including my own?

Thank you for your concern, Kim, by I don't-- I don't want it. It's not for me.

Do you remember how long you studied for the bar'? How hard you worked?

I mean, all that effort and you're tossing it away? Yeah, that's the sunk cost fallacy. -What?

Fallacy of sunk cost. It's what gamblers do.

Throwing good money after bad thinking they can turn their luck around.

"I already invested all this time and money and whatever. I gotta keep going."

No. You know, there's no reward at the end of that game. You're making a mistake.

I know you're making a mistake. Look, I did the right thing all these years. Where did it get me'?

-Nowhere. -I'm sorry, I don't-- I don't get it. I just don't. Well, it's what's right for me.

And as the two go silent, Ken Wins seems to even get louder and louder.

Donkey balls, dude. Wall Street's for suckers.

New York's a syphilitic piss hole and a terrorist target. Who needs that aggravation?

If the oracle doesn't have to live there, I sure as hell don't.

I could make a million dollar stock trade on a laptop, sitting on my toilet.

I'm like Midas, shitting gold bricks on my throne.

That's why Spiegelman and Dietch want my business. I'm a golden god.

Yeah, until next time, brother man. -Flip side, on it. Check it. -Ken Wins taps off his Bluetooth...

...pulls some papers out of the satchel next to him and reads.

Jimmy sees him, sees an opportunity to show what he's talking about to Kim.

-Hey, come with me. -What? Just come on. Trust me. What are you gonna do?

You wanna understand what I'm talking about? Follow my lead.

Jimmy moves from his chair, and after a beat... ...against her betterjudgement, Kim follows him.

At the bar we find Jimmy stepping up to Ken. Hey, could you settle a bet for us? A what?

I'm sorry, I don't wanna make it sound like I was eavesdropping, but... ...I kind of was.

We could hear you talking about stocks.

It's just one question, if you could settle a debate between me and my sister.

-Maybe we shouldn't bother-- -I wouldn't normally do this, but he-- You do sound like an expert, and we need somebody who knows his stuff.

-Yeah, go. -Okay. Great. Here's the question: When it comes to the stock market...

...is there a financial limit a person is allowed to invest? No. No limit. Yeah. See? Knew it.

Yes. Oh, even if it's an inheritance? Like, with inheritance taxes and whatnot? No. Same.

That's great. That is fantastic. Thank you, buddy. See? No limit. Right?

So that means we can invest it all. It's the smart move. It's silly to put it all in a bank.

Now, you can invest all your money, just be sure to diversify. Yeah. Diversify.

Yeah. What do you mean, diversify? Diversify, you know...

...the old saying about not putting all your eggs in one basket. Right? Same principle. Yeah.

That makes complete sense. It's-- Yeah, thanks.

Now, if I knew how much money you're talking, ballpark...

...I could, you know, give you some examples of smart diversification. Well...

See, we have an uncle on my father's side who passed recently...

...and he left us somewhere in the neighbourhood of 1.4 million. I know. Hey, it's amazing.

I am not greedy, but if we invest it, you know, now, smart...

...I mean, we could double it, or triple it...

...or, hell, even quadruple the freaking inheritance, right?

Well, my opinion? Fortune favours the bold. -See? -Now-- Yeah.

If you guys are free to join me for a drink, I could give you a quick consult.

Oh, that's all right. We were gonna just do it ourselves...

...on, you know, an online brokerage website.

Pick some classic-- What do you call it? Blue chip stocks?

Yeah. Yeah, you can totally do it yourself. Shoot for the tried and true.

But then, you know, you might be putting your cash into the Hindenburg...

...the Andrea Doria, Corky Romano, you know. They all look rock solid beforehand, but...

Wow, not good. Yeah. So how do you know? Well, that's where someone like myself comes in.

Proven track record as a wealth manager.

I take calculated but aggressive risks because I wanna catch lightning. And I do.

I'm practically a money printing machine.

Sounds good. Money printing machine.

Yeah. Look, why don't we grab a booth, you know? Just talk, no obligations.

-Can't hurt, right? -Yeah, I guess. Sis? What do you say, you wanna talk, sis?

Okay. Well, come on. Electric slide on right in here with me... ...and we'll just rap a little bit.

My name's Ken. And you are? Oh, Viktor. With a K. Cool. So Viktor with a K and this lovely lady is?

Sorry. It's Giselle. -Giselle Saint Claire. -Lovely. Lovely. Please, sit. I won't bite.

So Viktor with a K and Giselle, exotic names. They're Dutch. Well, Boer to be precise.

Our father's side of the family is from South Africa...

...which is where Uncle Humphrey passed away. Uncle Humphrey.

Oh, South Africa. They grow them beautiful there. Like Charlize Theron. -And you. -Oh, well.

I've never been, but I hope to visit someday.

Well, when I get through with you two, you might just be going in your own jet. Nice.

Hey, we're sitting over here now. Wine list, when you get a sec.

Oh, actually, are you a tequila fan? Love it. What do you say, three tequilas?

Have you heard of Zafiro Afiejo? No, but I am down for whatever. Three whatever she just said.

You got it. Waiter departs to fill their order. Off Jimmy and Kim sharing a look and a smile.

We time cut to later that evening. It's now night.

We have a striking bottle filling the frame. This is the Zafiro Afiejo...

...the expensive tequila Gus Fring used when he poisoned Don Eladio.

This particular bottle is poison-free.

A female bartender officially kills it off by pouring the last three shots...

...and the waiter steps to the bar, loading his tray. They glance at each other meaningfully.

Holy crap, what a bar tab this is gonna be.

The bartender uncorks the stopper, sets it atop the tray.

The waiter grins, heading for the booth where Ken laughs with Viktor and Giselle.

The waiter delivers the last round with the stopper, which he offers to Kim.

Compliments of the bartender. She thought you might like a souvenir.

Oh, my God, did we drink the entire bottle? Not yet, we didn't. Cheers.

He, Kim, and Jimmy clink glasses. Kim pockets the stopper. I think we're ready for the cheque.

Just then, Ken lays out an offer document. Really, it's-- It's the smart way to go.

Okay, so to be clear... ...you take the money directly out of our account, invest it-- -Diversify it. -Diversify it. And then the dividends, profits, and what-have-you...

-Diversify it. -Diversify it. And then the dividends, profits, and what-have-you...

...come back into our account. Absolutely. And you will get a detailed statement quarterly...

...showing how much your money is growing... -...biggest bulls of the month, et cetera. -Ken, buddy.

Let's do this. Great. Just sign here, Viktor with a K.

-And Giselle, you're next. -This is so exciting.

-The waiter returns with the cheque. -Folks, it's been a pleasure.

-Hey, whoa, that's mine. -Nope. Nope, can't let you do it, son. What? Wait, Ken.

You are-- You're the greatest, man. -Thank you. -No problemo. No problemo.

This will be the best decision you ever make. I believe it.

Ken, this has been great, but we should get out of your hair. Yeah.

Ken Wins tears off the yellow carbon copy.

Hold on a sec, this is yours. It has my contact info on it, and...

You know, just call me anytime with questions or anything at all. Hey, try to stop us. Ken bye.

Sorry. Just wow. Ken Wins finally looks at the bill. What the fuck? He flags the waiter.

Whoa, hello, is this right? Yes, sir, it is. Ken Wins looks catatonic. Fuck.

Moments later we track Jimmy and Kim making their way out of the bar.

A bit buzzed, they rush off. The rush of the scam is overwhelming. It went perfectly.

Jimmy looks at the carbon copy of the deal and with a smile, balls it up.

Passing a tall bin, he does a sky hook. Tosses the contract away. They had so much fun tonight.

Soon the laughing stops. They both slow. They gravitate closer together.

And off this motionless couple, leaving us to wonder if this will lead...

...to the moment of passion it seems destined to, we end act two.

And all the old women watch the show. Come on, kiss her. Get married already.

Bar tab was $900 plus the tip.

-Fifteen shots. -Yeah, right? -Yeah. -Well. All right, act three. It's morning.

-Nice. -We're in Kim's condo in the bathroom.

Close on toothpaste as it gets squeezed onto a toothbrush.

We find Kim brushing her teeth. Jimmy, in t-shirt and boxers, appears behind her.

He spent the night. -Can I borrow that when you're done? -No, that's gross.

Wait, are you kidding me? Our germs are already intermingled.

-You know, what are you--? -It's my toothbrush. -It's different. -It's different how?

-Gums bleed, cold sores... -What? -Give me it. Come on. -No.

-I need to brush. -I don't have an extra. -Stop. -You know, fine. Fine.

Jimmy takes Kim's hand and squeezes toothpaste on her finger... ...shoving it in his mouth to brush.

-Good. -Good. -Getting the back. -I'm fine with this. Wait till you see what I floss with.

And off the two having fun, we out...

...to the bedroom a little later as Kim rushes to get ready for work.

Jimmy glances Kim's way, noticing something.

It's the fancy stopper from last night's bottle of Zafiro Afiejo...

...where Kim left it when they got home. Kim hovers near, doing her makeup.

Jimmy sidles up next to her. That's a keeper. Thank you, Viktor with a K.

Hey, wouldn't it be great if we could do that every night? Yes, it would. But we can't.

Yeah. No, of course. I'm just saying if we could, that would be great. But I know we can't.

I can't be late. Howard is doling out assignments.

Last one through the door could get stuck in doc review. You got somewhere to go? Yeah. Yeah. Sure.

Kim has her keys in her hand, ready to lock up. -You good? -Yeah. All good.

And Jimmy awkwardly gathers his stuff and follows her out of the door.

We cut to a modest street during the day.

We see a police car stopping in front of a middling house...

...where a familiar yellow Hummer fills the driveway. Two ABQ police officers step out.

Silently noting the Hummer, they make their way to the front door.

One officer pushes the doorbell. We reveal Pryce opening the door.

Daniel Wormald. I'm Officer Levy, this is Officer Saxton. Hi. Yeah, please. It's this way.

Wasting no time, he brings him into the living room. The place is ransacked.

But Pryce walks past it all and focuses solely on a cabinet with a busted lock.

See what they did here?

-All gone. All of them. Just-- -What's gone? I have-- I had a collection of baseball cards.

A major collection, all stolen. Sorry to hear it.

Was that common knowledge? You having baseball cards? No, not really.

Nobody in particular you think might have wanted them? No, not that I-- No.

-How'd they get in? -The window over there. It was open when I got home.

I mean, it was locked, but it looks like they jimmied it open somehow.

What time you figure this happened?

I left work at 8:15, came home for lunch at 12:30 and called you immediately.

-Yeah. What else was taken? -Cash. A fair bit of-- How much cash?

Well, yeah, maybe not-- You know, let's focus on what's important.

I mean, I really only care about the baseball cards.

I've got a Topps Mickey Mantle rookie card that is irreplaceable.

It's a mint, 60-40, 90-10 on the reverse. I can go on. All my cards are in top-loaders.

But if they're taken out and exposed to the elements... ...or creased, God forbid...

...you're talking a 9-point grade drop in a matter of seconds.

I understand the first 48 hours in matters like these are the most important...

...so the more time passes, the less chance we have of a recovery.

So time is of the essence here, guys.

The cops look quietly to each other. Something isn't sitting right. Well...

...we'll try to help you as best we can, Mr. Wormald. Thank you. Good.

They sure did a number on the place. Think they were looking for anything else? Well, like what?

I don't know. Just wondering your thoughts. I assume more baseball cards.

Did you have more baseball cards than the ones locked in the case here?

No, everything was right here. Right. Well what? Just trying to make sense of it.

What's to make sense of? I mean, isn't it as simple as, I don't know...

...the perp must have just been looking for more baseball cards?

Or hopped up on speed or whatever and went nuts with the vandalism? Yeah. Yeah, that could be.

That's a pretty sweet Hummer parked out front. That yours? Yeah, that's mine. It's a lease.

-I got a very good deal. -Very sweet. They say Arnold Schwarzenegger's the reason the Hummer exists.

-Don't know how, but that's what they say. -No kidding?

What kind of work do you do, Mr. Wormald? I work IT. Wow computers.

I should've gotten into computers. -I'd get that same Hummer too. -Yeah, right?

Look, I'm glad you like my car.

But I think we're looking through the wrong end of the telescope here.

I mean, the baseball cards are the priority. -Of course. -Yes. Now...

...I have a detailed manifest of the whole collection... ...and the high-ticket ones have asterisks.

So it's clear which ones they'll fence first because they're super, super valuable.

You'll need to get the list to all the collectors and pawn shops.

And question anyone who's done this kind of crime before. Like, the usual suspects.

Can I get you the list so you can start investigating? Yeah, why don't you get us that list?

Okay, I'll go print it. Got a Hank Aaron, mint. Oh, God, my signed Derek Jeter.

O-Pee-Chee Willie Mays at a 9. Okay, gotta breathe. Keep breathing.

As Pryce disappears in the back room... ...the cops look to each other and the ransacked place.

-Okay. -Yeah, I know, right? Is something wrong with this picture?

They realise that everything else is turned over and askew...

...but the sofa is right where it's supposed to be. We notice a scratch mark on the wooden floor.

With a silent glance to each other, they move the sofa away from the wall...

...to find a loose section of baseboard. Levy pulls the wood, revealing a hidey-hole.

He clicks on a flashlight, looking inside. It's empty.

And off the two suspicious police officers, we end act three.

Act four. We're back at the pool. Blue water.

And it's another lazy day in paradise for Mr. Cumsten. Too good not to share.

He splashes for his phone in the floating baggie, retrieves it and dials.

Jimmy listens to an answering machine, then leaves a message. Hey, it's me.

Another perfect day in paradise out here. I'm in the pool. Okay? Call me.

Hangs up as a cute girl walks towards the pool. She smiles at Jimmy. Jimmy smiles back.

Then he watches her walk over to a rich guy in a lounge chair.

He's loud money, and now a too young for his age chickie-babe at his side.

Jimmy coolly gets back on the phone and redials. Yeah, me again.

As I speak, not 50 feet away from me is the mark.

Think Thurston Howell Ill if he'd hooked up with Mary Ann. Dripping in Gucci.

It's like I'm at the watering hole watching the slowest, fattest water buffalo...

...expose his neck to me, and I'm the lioness ready to strike. Come on, Kim. Join me.

Join the pride. I say "lioness" because the females do all the hunting.

I wanted to be species-accurate, irrespective of my own sex.

<i>It's a National Geographic</i> thing. Anyway, get over here, okay? Bye.

Jimmy hangs up again, and he's eyeing the rich guy closely.

He's focused, but then another thought has entered his mind. He looks at his phone for a long beat.

He considers, then comes to a quiet decision. He dials. Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Yeah, I need a number for the law firm of Davis & Main. Yeah, go ahead. Connect me.

And off this reluctant turn, we cut... ...yet again to an abstract, out of focus world.

A hand drops into the shot wearing that familiar pinky ring.

We cut wide to reveal that Jimmy is now standing outside of Davis & Main...

...a few days later. It's a beautiful adobe building in Santa Fe.

In impressionistic, slow motion images... ...Jimmy walks the path towards Davis & Main.

Main is there to welcome Jimmy to the family. They shake hands, make their way into the lobby...

...and in slow motion, Jimmy soaks in the scale of the grand lobby. It's actually quite nice here.

The associates and assistants greet Jimmy, warm and friendly...

...as Main continues to guide him through Davis & Main. We find our way into the bullpen.

Still in slow motion, lawyers stepping from offices to shake his hand... ...assistants smiling.

We don't hear the sound, but we know that Main...

...is proudly introducing Jimmy to the entire group...

...and we feel applause all around as Jimmy soaks it in. It's not fake, it's real...

...and Jimmy might actually be happy for himself here.

Later, we're in Jimmy's office. Jimmy walks into the shot.

We're back in normal speed. He's holding a cup of coffee. Life is good.

We notice behind Jimmy an assistant, Omar...

...with several folders in his hand. We're catching them mid-conversation.

There are a few options on the company cars. We can arrange a test drive anytime you'd like.

Company car, wow. And there's a service that will deliver it right to you, wherever you want.

If you find you're not happy with it, it's not a big deal to change it out. Sounds really-- Yeah.

Jimmy looks around, noticing a painting on the wall. This is interesting.

If this isn't to your taste... ...we have a collection of art in-house to choose from.

Any time you're ready, I can put together some samples for you to review. No, I-- I like these.

Good. Well, any other needs you have, I'm here to help. Office supplies, dietary needs.

Anything special you want stocked in the fridge? Maybe a humidifier?

-Gets kind of dry in here. -Omar, I'm pretty low maintenance.

Sure. Well, if there's anything you need, I'm right outside the door.

-Great. If I think of anything. -Good. Jimmy focuses on his desk. Hey, do you think--?

I'm just looking at this. Do we get a choice of desks? -What were you thinking? -Is it possible--?

Do you think we can do cocobolo? Cocobolo desk? Absolutely. I will get right on that.

And Omar leaves with purpose. We stay with Jimmy, who's feeling great.

He sits down in his ergonomic chair, spins around 360.

On the wall, he notices a light switch with a piece of tape over it...

...with a small, hand-written warning: "Always leave on. Do not turn off."

Jimmy considers the switch a beat, then gets up and approaches it.

He walks away, looking out the window.

But that switch has pulled his attention back. He can't help himself.

He's not sure why, but Jimmy flips the switch. He waits to see what happens. Nothing.

He clicks the switch back down, reapplies the tape, and walks off.

Based on the flip of the switch...

...we see that Jimmy is not quite ready to live by anyone's rules but his own.

And off this small and subtle yet crucial revelation, we end the episode.

Good job, Tom. -Tommy. -Tom Tom Torn.

Now let's go film it.