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00:42:24
Bob Odenkirk, Rhea Seehorn, Jonathan Banks, Patrick Fabian, Michael Mando
102
...and bubbly bon vivant personality fool you.
Kickbacks from some gang or another.
Hey, fella, how you doing?
Again, an ambush of some kind, it looks like.
...when I was unpacking, it was in the lining of an old suitcase.
...that I was down in the gutter with the rest of them.
Oh, sweetheart. All right, come on down.
And risk getting a piece of an obstruction rap? No, thank you.
- Don't bullshit me. - That was between me and my son.
SANDERS: Uh, you remember anything about that night at the bar?
Yeah, help us out, Mike. Help us catch the bastard who killed Matty.
What's "heh-heh-heh"
You were thick as thieves, the two of you.
...his partner and his sergeant?
I am asking you to take a few ounce of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.
Put it away like they were fixing to bring back Prohibition.
Now, Hoffman and Fensky returned fire, but the shooter got away.
- What do we do now? - Hey, grief, it's a bitch.
But this little Juan Valdez bump-and-dump? No.
Hey, gentlemen, we're prepared to indulge you. Ahem.
...and bubbly bon vivant personality fool you.
- Ha, ha. Ha-ha-ha. - That's a big minus in my book.
Then I want whatever's left of them just dumped in the trash.
...when I was unpack, it was in the lining of an old suitcase.
The three of them were ambush, and, uh, Matt didn't make it out.
MAN: You sew this up yourself?
Matt must have tuck it away in there, because this was cash.
Feeling like I crawl out from the bottom of a bottle...
You threaten a cop with that, you make him dangerous.
Hey, I hate to remind you of this, but you owe me one.
He went to Hoffman, he took the money, but he hesitate.
Let it heal. There's a Walgreens couple blocks over on Louisiana.
Ahem. How did you know that I would, uh, spill that coffee?
Like, he'd be scream if he wasn't whispering, you know?
You bust a drug dealer who has more cash than you'll ever earn in a lifetime.
We chased a few leads, shook up the usual suspects, came up short.
Then I want whatever's left of them just dump in the trash.
As you probably gather, we, Detective Sanders and I...
He snap at me about the stupidest things.
And why, pray tell, would I do that?
We chase a few leads, shook up the usual suspects, came up short.
Wanted to go to the IA, do the right thing, shut them down.
suppose to mean, huh?
Two-thirty in the morning, I wake up and Matty's not in bed.
First he's murder, and then for you to think....
I doubt that satisfies the definition of "assault."
...for the duration, indefinitely. I'm, uh....
Shall I fan you gently so you don't go into shock?
He barely ate. He wasn't sleeping.
This stuff's essentially Vicodin.
I mean, we were basically paycheque to paycheque.
He's actually, believe it or not, somewhat taciturn.
Unfortunately, things got out of hand.
How could you possibly think that? That's your husband, your child's father.
One good turn and so forth.
Assume I know absolutely nothing about my client here, all right?
...as did Mr. Ehrmantraut for nearly 30 years.
And what exactly did you tell them?
They were Matt's people. I'd see them around sometimes.
He's actually, believe it or not, somewhat taciturn.
You go along to get along.
It couldn't have been, uh, too much later.
No. As far as I remember, he seemed okay.
- Me? - I mean, who else?
About nine months ago, he responded to a shots-fired call...
- You ever been? - Nope.
We chased a few leads, shook up the usual suspects, came up short.
- Isn't there always? - Yeah.
...and working hard to stay there.
I am asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.
My boy was stubborn.
It's tragic, but anyone could see this coming.
...in a vacant lot out in Nicetown.
He gets intense.
Okay, great, you're the strong silent type. Hooray for you.
No, but this wasn't the normal "tough guys don't cry" crap.
You were thick as thieves, the two of you.
I'm-- Yeah, I'm okay. You know?
You threaten a cop with that, you make him dangerous.
We chased a few leads, shook up the usual suspects, came up short.
You really want the formal treatment?
But I'm not like I was. I'm back. I'm solid.
You serious? Why'd you have me bring it to you?
Only fair, right? They were partners.
No, but this wasn't the normal "tough guys don't cry" crap.
Okay, great, you're the strong silent type. Hooray for you.
I can't recall any late-night heart-to-hearts with him.
I'm fine.
So, what happened? Mayor didn't give you enough stickers?
We're gonna work this whole thing out, okay, Mikey?
Not bad.
- Okay. I was just gonna hit the.... - Yeah, sure.