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00:48:19
Bob Odenkirk, Rhea Seehorn, Jonathan Banks, Patrick Fabian, Michael Mando
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He's got a laceration on his forehead that appears to need suturing.
His vitals are stable.
...so, yes, the sedative wore off. This is something else.
What about the TEG?
Give me Jimmy, because moxie is in such short supply these days.
Look at his pupils, use a stethoscope. He doesn't want to be here.
The radiologist said everything looks normal with his head and spine.
We gave him a tetanus shot because his immunisation records were not current.
We gave him a tetanus shot because his immunisation records were not current.
- We can use the intercom. - No.
- Can't do that right now, sweetie. - Oh, God.
We have got to get a receptionist. Like yesterday.
He's got a laceration on his forehead that appears to need suturing.
These walls are plaster and lath.
No protection at all. I might as well be standing in the middle of a pasture.
...while you and Howard sat around sipping Scotch and chortling.
- That's the first litre. - Lights.
We even gave him what's called a reversal agent...
- No CAT scan! - Can we get restraint?
Are you familiar with the Hippocratic Oath? You should be.
Roast beef, no tomato, Italian on the side.
...but you sure as heck finished it.
In the meantime, who was it who wanted coffee?
Hey, how are you gonna retire before you get me disbar?
...because they involve being "bombard by electricity."
We don't know if his spine has been injure, if his brain has swelling.
Look, I've been zap and poked and prodded...
Look, I've been zapped and poke and prodded...
...and yet you persist on treating my infection with it.
- He's worried about you. - He should be relieve.
I retire.
Kim deserve Mesa Verde, not you, not HHM.
And then I blame you.
1216 instead of 1261. I screw it up.
...but openly admit thinking of him as a walking wallet.
Howard tells me you quit HHM.
And how long was I lying on the floor before the ambulance arrive?
...because they involve being "bombarded by electricity."
- Your barrel gonna be cold? - Let's suppose so.
Shot left, 1.5 minutes.
And how long was I lying on the floor before the ambulance arrived?
I appreciate the analogy, Charles, but I don't think it quite fits.
I'm fine. I promise.
When I first treat Charles, he was in a similar state, wouldn't you agree?
We don't know if he lost consciousness because of a heart-related issue...
Chuck, where's Mom? What happen?
You remember that time I-- I accidentally invited...
I blew it, completely and utterly.
Besides, it's your word against mine.
It's basically a panic attack.
Regardless, it's kind of out of the blue, don't you think?
Unfortunately my associate tells me I'm needed...
It's about how tight she shoots...
I'm really, truly sorry, but I gotta do it, and it's for you.
Most certainly.
What brought this on exactly, Chuck? Huh?
I wanna be left alone.
But the attention I give each client means sometimes things get a little backed up.
You finally got me where you want me.
I sure as shit wouldn't be telling you otherwise.
1216 instead of 1261. I screwed it up.
I appreciate the analogy, Charles, but I don't think it quite fits.
Hang tight, Charles. Almost there.
It was kind of tricky out on the dance floor.
Because that brain of yours is chugging along at a thousand percent efficiency.
Jimmy, I'm kind of in the middle of something. Come back later.
As far as losing consciousness...
...so, yes, the sedative wore off. This is something else.
I sure as shit wouldn't be telling you otherwise.
Relieved? Why would he be relieved?
Ernesto, how long was I unconscious in that print shop?
You're probably exhausted. And justifiably. Hey, come on. Hey.
That came out a bit harsh.
Some insane asylum in Las Cruces?
No signs of stroke or cardiac event.
...he's in need of medical care so urgent that we can't wait on court procedure.
Completely invisible to the radio spectrum.
- Put the lights out please. - Please stay calm, Charles.
You're gonna hear a sound that might seem loud to you...
And if that weren't enough, you sent a rocket 300 feet tall to the moon.
Mom will be okay for a few minutes. It's been three days, it could be three more.
Which I did not, but whatever. --well, you know what? You get mad.
I would've made Nixon proud.
Hang tight, Charles. Almost there.
His vitals are stable.
Get the sunglasses out. It's very bright.
Yup, looking sharp.
Pending results and proper treatment, yes.
...for some brief, but pressing legal business.
One of the oldest binding documents in history.
Estimated loss of consciousness was one minute.
- See, I think these walls are pretty solid. - What I need is a proper Faraday cage.