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LargestCall Saul Copes Near Copiers | Previously.TV Shows Forums Podcasts Nicole Wilder / AMC / Sony Pictures TelevisionLargestCall SaulLargestCall Saul Copes Near Copiers Kim steps in for Jimmy in the settling of Chuck's manor while Jimmy sells himself as a salesman in our EPIC OLD-SCHOOL RECAP of 'Breathe.' Tara Ariano August 13th, 2018   0 S04 E02 We uncork with some very moody closeups of a hospital room by night, which are soothing right up until THE CLOSEUP OF A LIGHT GETTING SHINED RIGHT INTO AN EYE. Oh my god, I'M AWAKE! JESUS! The patient whose eye is stuff assaulted is, of course, Hector Salamanca, and whoever's interfering with him moves on from the eye to a check, with a gloved hand, of Hector's lower teeth, fingertips, and feet, the last of which don't respond to the instrument this consultant rolls up the Don's soles. With Victor posted up in the shadows by the door, the consultant -- who turns out to be Dr. Goodman, last seen in Season 3 -- stands out of sight as he reads Hector's orchestration by flashlight, snapping it off when Victor silently signals by raising two fingers at him as a couple of guys in scrubs pass in the hall. When they've gone, Dr. Goodman returns to the chart, looking from it to Hector to a icon standing in the parking lot below... AMC ...who turns out, sometime later, to have been Gus, to whom Dr. Goodman is now reporting in Gus's SUV: "He's no longer in a coma, but he's unresponsive. His condition is stable. They're managing his thoroughbred pressure. But whether he will wake up and understand what's going on virtually him, there's no way of knowing." "That's unacceptable," Gus intones. Dr. Goodman insists that Hector's getting very good care; not plane the weightier hospitals could do much more. Throwing it out like it's a science fiction-worthy impossibility, Dr. Goodman muses that things might be variegated if Hector were stuff treated at, say, a Johns Hopkins: "Or it could make no difference at all. But in the end-- In the end, I can think of no largest judgment on this man." Gus slowly turns to squint at Dr. Goodman, who asks, "Isn't this what he deserves?" Gus gazes when steadily: "I decide what he deserves. No one else." Thank god this takes us into the opening credits considering without that unorthodoxy nippy I need to wrap myself up in four quilts and a parka. Kim, sleeping with her casted arm whilom her head, is awakened by the buzzing of an electric gadget, and you can tell where my throne is often at compulsive-tidiness-wise that I initially think it's a vacuum cleaner -- but no, it's a juicer. Neither is okay to run when the other person in the household is SLEEPING, but at least vacuuming is helpful given Kim's injury. You can just buy juice, damn. Anyway, Jimmy's obviously been up for a while and is extremely cheery, offering Kim fresh OJ he claims will help her heal faster. Kim's not sure that's how it works and declines, but when he produces the salary left over from his breakfast and touts its "definite healing powers," she concedes that she'd probably believe that. Jimmy moreover brings her a cup of coffee with cinnamon: "Just trying something different!" Kim comments that he's up early as opposed to guessing that he didn't sleep at all, which is what I suspect. He worries that his noise woke her and apologizes through her lying denial. He then tells her well-nigh the many job interviews he has lined up today, and Kim tells him he can take some time off: "Nobody's going to ding you for not having a steady job right this minute." "Nobody's" going to superintendency if Jimmy lives or dies anymore except Kim, as we all know, but the sentiment is kind. Jimmy sighs and then replies, "Why wait. I don't want unemployment hanging over my head, and we could use flipside paycheque, and besides: this is your office now. I don't want to be a distraction." She says he's not, and he agrees -- considering he's going to be out finding himself a job! On his way to the door, he asks whether she wants him to bring home Thai or Mexican for dinner; she leaves the nomination to him. He's well-nigh to leave when she asks, "Are you-- You're not going to that meeting?" "Nah," he tells her. "If there's anything important, Howard knows how to find me." Jimmy departs, leaving Kim to her concerns, which at least she can pair with some bacon. Over to the upholstery shop. Manuel has let himself in and is well-nigh to start his day when he sees a icon waiting for him at the when of one of the bays. "It's just me," says Nacho (in Spanish, as is their whole conversation). Manuel doesn't answer, going into an office and returning with a box of tools he starts to unload. "Dad, it's over," Nacho tells him. Manuel stops, turns around, goes into a room at the opposite end of the building, and pulls out a mazuma box. Nacho follows as Manuel opens the box, takes out a small stack of $50 bills, counts them out into three piles of three, and lays them on a countertop, standing whispered and grimacing as he waits. "You can alimony that," Nacho tells him, still hanging back. "No one's coming for it." Manuel doesn't move. There's a long write-up surpassing Nacho comes forward, gathers the stacks when into one pile, folds them, and makes for the door, putting the mazuma in his pocket. Manuel calls to him, stopping him just as he's well-nigh to leave: "And when is it over for you?" "I'm working on it," Nacho replies, purposefully striding out. Jimmy's Esteem, unimproved but still currently functional, squeals into a covered parking lot. Weirdly, there's a store lanugo here? Like, it's basically an underground parking lot and this glass-fronted store opens directly onto it? Whatever: they sell photocopiers (kids, ask your grandparents), and this is where Jimmy's going, for a job interview, though he doesn't exactly uplift his conviction when he goes to smooth his hair with his hand and dislodges several loose strands. Nothing for it but to finish what he started and trammels his teeth surpassing heading in. While Jimmy waits for the owner, Mr. Neff, flipside staffer -- identified in the show's printing materials as Seymour, though when Neff later comes into the scene (spoiler), he seems to be calling this guy Henry -- shows off various points of interest in Neff's office, starting with a framed photo of Neff's aunt and uncle, Alma and Ollie, who started the visitor in the '50s. When Henry says he thinks the third person in the photo is Frank Corker, an early repairman, Jimmy comments that the Neffs must have relied on him a lot: Jimmy's familiar with the model they're posing with and knows it required a special kind of paper. Henry is impressed that Jimmy knows copiers, and Jimmy replies that he worked in a mailroom, so he was witting with a lot of repairmen: "They love talking shop." Jimmy moreover knows well-nigh the colour copier in the next photo Henry shows him: "That's a warhorse. I mean, d'you overly see the guts of this beast? It takes fifteen seconds to get a printout. I worked with one when in Chicago." Henry chuckles that the model was scrutinizingly too good: "Counterfeiters used it to make phony $5 bills." AMC "What?" gasps Jimmy. "That's-- That's not right." When he worked with one in Chicago, he was probably using it to make flyers to inform his fellow parishioners well-nigh voices practice! Jimmy moves over to a trophy specimen displaying awards won by youth bowling teams Neff used to sponsor in the '90s, but which kids don't seem that interested in now. "Yeah, this generation is all hacky sacks and videogames," Jimmy sighs early aughtsily, as he squats to squint at the marrow shelf of Neff's cabinet, featuring several Hummel figurines. "Those were Alma's," says Henry, crouching lanugo next to him to say she loved collecting them, and has since passed away. "Yeah, I knew a lady, same way," says Jimmy wistfully. Neff enters at this moment to joke that they're "touring the wall of crap," subtracting that he hasn't had a endangerment to "drag that stuff to the dumpster." Yeah, everyone knows there's nothing increasingly dumb and worthless than things old ladies like!!! Introductions are made, and when the gentlemen have sat, we learn Jimmy's applying to be an office-to-office sales rep, focusing on getting clients to upgrade their existing equipment. Neff says it's a lot harder than it sounds, and Jimmy humbly says he'd "love a one-liner at it": "I've been told stubbornness and persuasiveness are two of my top qualities." Henry reports that Jimmy "does know his way virtually a copier," but when Neff glances at the CV Henry's just handed him, he notes that Jimmy was an shyster until, uh, quite recently, and asks what changed. Jimmy responds with a joke: "You know why God made snakes surpassing He made lawyers? He needed the practice." Neff and Henry one-liner up, Jimmy subtracting that it's pretty much the only lawyer joke he knows, "'cause all the others are true stories." Henry and Neff fathom that zinger as well, and Jimmy smoothly downshifts to anticipating the next question, well-nigh his lack of sales wits (which, uhhhhhh, we know he has, plane if it's not the kind he can put on a résumé). Jimmy explains that his work as a lawyer was all sales -- selling judges; selling juries; selling a vendee the weightier of two bad deals: "But every hour of every day, I was convincing, persuading -- I was selling!" AMC Neff looks convinced, persuaded, and sold, and he says he hears what Jimmy's saying. When he adds that they're selling high-ticket product to clients "primed to say no," Jimmy replies that his spirit unprepossessing is a Gila monster: "Once I latch on, I don't let go." Neff laughs again, and then...the interview is over? Neff says Jimmy has made some unconfined points, and that they'll get when to him in a week or so. Jimmy thanks them and has made it halfway to the door... ...before he clenches his jaw, steels himself, and turns when around. He strides when to Neff's office for flipside minute. He knows they're going to consider their options, but maybe they could settle this right now. They all know well-nigh opportunity costs, and the time they spend looking at other candidates is time Jimmy could be out selling copiers for them. He acknowledges that there are salesmen who have increasingly wits than he does, but none of those may walk into the store in the next week: "And is it worth the wait? Maybe. Maybe. But I can tell you this: none of them will have the connection to your machines that I do. None. I worked in the mailroom. I know how important the reprinting machine is. Deadlines! Last-minute changes! And I was in there, I was transplanting paper jams, I was cleaning ink off gears and rollers trying to icon out where the mystery streaks were coming from! I was lanugo on my hands and knees with my tie over my shoulder and ink-stained hands, and a line of assistants out the door, and they're all worried that they're going to lose their job if they don't get their document in the next five minutes. I know. I know largest than anyone that the copier -- it's the vibration heart of any business. It goes down, it causes delays, that is lost money, that is frustrated employees, that's a negative work environment! That's a merchantry on life support. But you plug one of your new machines into the system? Whoo, that is a healthy, strong heartbeat, ka-CHUNK! ka-CHUNK! ka-CHUNK! That is a healthy business, ka-CHUNK! ka-CHUNK! ka-CHUNK! That is a successful business! And that's what we're selling." AMC Henry and Neff both squint like they've just seen the squatter of God. Neff tells Jimmy to wait a minute, and Jimmy just hangs out ten feet yonder from them as Henry and Neff lean slightly toward each other to discuss this pitch. Jimmy turns yonder from them, at first smiling to himself in the secure knowledge that he nailed that shit, but then his squatter falls. He turns when virtually and waits while Neff and Henry protract whispering to each other for a few increasingly seconds and then, UH DUH, offering Jimmy the job on the spot. Neff approaches with his hand out to shake. "Really?" asks Jimmy, his voice cracking a bit as he takes it. "Damn right!" enthuses Neff. Henry congratulates Jimmy and takes his turn shaking his hand. Henry mentions the various legalistic tasks they'll need him to do, but that they should have him set up by the end of the day. "So just like that, huh?" asks Jimmy, still smiling, though not with his eyes. "Why wait when we could get you rolling?" asks Neff rhetorically. "You were going to take some time, though, and consider your options, but, uh, I just come in and do that little song and flit and I'm in?" "Yeah, right, that's right," says Neff, theoretically under the mistaken impression that Jimmy is trying to fluff himself. "Well, are you out of your mind?" asks Jimmy, in a tone suggesting that he's seriously concerned they literally are mentally ill. Henry and Neff kind of chuckle again, theoretically thinking this is just the setup for flipside archetype Jimmy bit. It is not! "You don't know me!" Jimmy tells them. "I just came in off the street! You guys are like a couple of cats -- I come in, wave a shiny object around, you're like, 'I want that!'" Neff laughs again, uneasily, but Jimmy continues: "No due diligence? No preliminaries check? No, just rent the guy that says them fancy words?" I mean, in fairness, that is what all sales pretty much boils lanugo to. "I could be a serial killer!" Jimmy bellows. "I could be a guy who pees in your coffee pot! I could be both!" Hey man, you're going to be on the road! What do they care? "So you're...not taking the job?" Henry checks. "No, I'm not taking the job," sputters Jimmy. "Suckers." He turns around, grabs his briefcase, and stalks out, subtracting as a parting shot, "I finger sorry for you." I mean, I kind of finger sorry for them. And for all copier stores, if they're supposed to be doing preliminaries checks on everyone they consider hiring. The margins have got to be paper-thin (geddit) on these machines and on top of that you start from the theorizing that every sales rep is a serial killer until a preliminaries trammels maybe proves otherwise?! I'd rather have a churro stand! Anyway: Jimmy stomps out to his car and throws his briefcase onto the hood, looking when in contempt at the morons who were too credulous to see through his rap. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he pulls out his classifieds, calls a number, and asks the person who picks up if they're still hiring for a sales associate. They are! Unfortunately. ...For them. (Probably.) Kaylee's showing Pop-Pop how upper she can swing when he gets a undeniability summoning him to a meeting that, based on his manner, is going to be annoying. He hangs up and tells Kaylee they have to go, but she begs him for five increasingly minutes and -- Kaylee's Pop-Pop stuff the softest touch in all the land -- she gets it. We're then pursuit the camera from the embellished ceiling of a dome, lanugo over an utopian sculpture with a ziggurat headpiece, while soothing yet tuneless woodwind music plays. AMC Mike pauses to contemplate the sculpture for a moment while we wait to find out what cult has tabbed him to its temple to offer him a job, but then the camera follows him to...a reception desk, considering this is just a hotel that has gone ALL IN on Upscale Southwest. The sedentary clerk directs Mike to the room Madrigal Electromotive is using, and Mike enters an enormous space occupied only by Lydia, who we hear telling him to take a seat surpassing we see that she's working at the far end of an enormous priming table. Mike sits a couple of seats away, soon tires of her power play of ignoring him, and rumbles, "You didn't come all this way just for me." Lydia briskly says, "I commonly travel to priming with distributors, Albuquerque's one of many stops" like, we once knew she was a shithead surpassing she used the word "conference" as a verb, show, but thanks. "...Okay," says Mike. Finally, she closes her computer and says she's just looking for an explanation: "You steal an employee's badge. Waltz through my warehouse. Interfere with operations. And strong-arm my facility manager. Why?" "I'm on your books as a security consultant," Mike reminds her (and whoever's just tuning in, I guess). "If I show my squatter in your warehouse, it makes for a largest imbricate story. Anyone overly ask if I was there? I was. Plus you had a few things that needed correcting, so consider it a bonus." "That's not the point," snips Lydia (and you just KNOW she wants to oppose with him that anything she has a hand in isn't correct already). "This is meant to be a paper transaction," she continues. "You sit at home, and we pay you. Your own money. Doing what you did, the way you did it, raises the threat of exposure." "Way I see it, it lowers the threat," Mike replies. "Like I said, now there's a squatter to the name that cashes the cheque." Lydia stares at him for a moment, cocks her head, and asks, "So: what's your plan, then?" "Madrigal has eight terminals in the southwest," says Mike. "One down, seven to go." "Uh huh," says Lydia. "And if I asked you to reconsider?" "I'd ask you to do the same," says Mike. The two stare each other lanugo a few increasingly beats surpassing Lydia starts packing up her things, sooner subtracting on her way out, "At the moment, you have Gus Fring's respect. I'd want to alimony that if I were you." EVERYONE WHO HAS HIS RESPECT SURELY THINKS OF NOTHING ELSE, LADY.Whenat the hospital, a Dr. Diseth is nervously checking Hector's vitals, and we soon see what's tightening his butthole: Hector's nephews are standing side by side in the corner of the room, watching every move the doctor makes. Soon an zookeeper knocks on the doorjamb to get Dr. Diseth's sustentation so she can introduce the woman with her: Dr. Maureen Bruckner, who just arrived this morning! She's visiting from (guess where, y'all) Johns Hopkins! "A generous grant came through which unliable Dr. Bruckner to lend us her expertise!" WHAT A CRAZY SERIES OF COINCIDENCES! AMC Dr. Bruckner, by the way, is played by Poorna Jagannathan, and the way she's styled here really highlights how young she unquestionably is and how wacky it was for her to have been tint as Naz's mother in The Night Of -- not considering she wasn't good but considering she's only ten years older than Riz Ahmed. That's some Sally Field in Forrest Gump shit right there. But I digress: Dr. Diseth offers whatever help Dr. Bruckner may need, and when she says she's not there to step on toes and would be happy to co-manage Hector's care, Dr. Diseth's like, THAT'S COOL, HERE'S HIS CHART, GOODBYE LITERALLY FOREVER and gets the fuck out as fast as he can, offering a somewhat loaded "Good luck" as he goes. The zookeeper moreover leaves her to it, and Dr. Bruckner starts taking a quick scan of the chart, asking Marco and Leonel if they're family. When they don't answer, she assumes it's due to a language barrier, and asks then in Spanish, which she uses for the rest of the scene. Her fluency seems to impress Marco, who takes a step forward as he confirms that Hector's their uncle. Dr. Bruckner starts by assuring them that Hector's been receiving spanking-new care, but that they're going to try something different. Their job is to teach Hector's smart-ass to rewire itself, starting with his legs. Dr. Bruckner's presentation is interrupted, for us, as we cut when out to the hall, where Nacho and Arturo are quickly making their way to the room. "When did they get here?" asks Nacho, of Leonel and Marco, visible through the glass. Arturo shrugs, but adds that Nacho shouldn't worry: "We're still running things." As Arturo and Nacho enter, Dr. Bruckner greets them brightly, still in Spanish, and asks their relationship to Hector; Nacho says they're friends of the family. Dr. Bruckner resumes: she'll return with an occupational therapist and gets started on some electrical stimulus. "In the meantime," she tells them, "I'd ask that you speak to Hector." All credit to the unconfined Michelle MacLaren, who directed this episode (and many other episodes of both this and Breaking Bad) for having the restraint not to cut from this line to Marco and Leonel who are, as we know, veritably not going to follow this direction. Dr. Bruckner explains that, on some level, Hector can hear them: "The increasingly you speak, the increasingly his smart-ass will work to respond and find pathways to connect." She promises Leonel and Marco that she and the rest of the staff will do everything they can to help Hector, and takes off to trammels out some of the hospital's other tough cases and probably chattier loved ones. Once she's gone, the gangsters stand awkwardly virtually Hector's bed for a while until Marco orders, "Speak." Nacho and Arturo squint at the nephews in silent low-key shock, then at each other, then when at Hector, Arturo deliberately transplanting his throat surpassing taking a couple of steps forward and leaning in and then hesitating SOME MORE surpassing managing to tell Hector, "Everything is good out on the street. All our men are keeping busy. Real busy." "That's right, Don Hector," Nacho quietly confirms. "We're staying on top of the count. It's all looking good." Now on a roll, Arturo takes over: "We had a problem with that shit gang over on Lomas, but we showed some muscle. Took superintendency of it." "No one wants to mess with the Salamancas," Nacho fake-gloats. "No one." Hector continues lying there, unresponsive. Marco and Leonel squint at him for a moment, then slowly swivel their heads toward Arturo and Nacho, who squint when like, what? Arturo tries to transpiration the subject off business, leaning in remoter and gravely telling Hector he looks good: "The doctors, they're gonna fix you up." When Arturo's stepped aside, Nacho takes his place: "Yes. You're gonna get past this and be stronger than ever." AMC As usual, plane as Nacho's mostly keeping his cool, his nostrils scam him. Gus is in the Pollos Hermanos parking lot fastidiously sweeping up litter when Lydia calls him from an elegant rooftop bar, the shot confirming what we once knew: that the stilettos she was moreover wearing for her conversation with Mike are ABSOLUTELY Louboutins. AMC Anyway, since she didn't get her way with Mike, Lydia's going over his throne and whining well-nigh him to Gus, who kind of sets a tone for the conversation by telling her when she asks to meet in person that it's not a good time. Lydia recaps her meeting with Mike, and since she makes her irritation very well-marked in her voice, she is flummoxed that Gus's response is a summery "I understand." "But what he's doing makes no sense," Lydia snits. "Do his reasons matter?" asks Gus serenely. Lydia says they do if Mike's unreliable, and Gus confidently states that he is reliable. "So I'm just supposed to let him alimony stealing my employees' badges," Lydia pouts. Hey man, maybe rent employees who are smart unbearable not to let him. (Just kidding, no one is smarter than Mike.) Gus glances over to see Tyrus pulling into the parking lot as Lydia continues ungratified well-nigh how disruptive Mike is, ending on "This isn't something I want to spend my time worrying about." "Then I suggest you requite the man a badge," says Gus curtly, hanging up. Sweet Gus. I am so sorry not every manager is as naturally gifted as you. Inside, Tyrus reports on Hector's various visitors, and that there's been no transpiration in his condition. From a manila envelope, Gus pulls out and flips through a sheaf of print-outs from Hector's chart. Tyrus asks whether Gus wants him when at the hospital. "No," says Gus thoughtfully. "Call Victor. Have him meet us." A cab pulls up in front of HHM, and Kim -- looking as smart and put-together as she can with the sling on her arm and the cuts on her squatter -- strides in, pausing for a moment at the reception desk's elegant memorial to Chuck. AMC That photographer must have known him pretty well to capture his worm essence. Upstairs, Rebecca is wrapping up the paperwork involved with the settlement of Chuck's estate, which -- Chuck stuff Chuck -- involves not just a notary but fingerprints. She small-talks that she didn't expect so much paperwork, and Howard tightly smiles that, having worked with Chuck as long as he did, he was "pleasantly surprised at his restraint." Soon Kim knocks on the door to ask if she's late, but Howard says she's right on time. Kim greets Rebecca guardedly, but Rebecca warmly says it's nice to see her again, and adds that she's sorry they didn't get a endangerment to talk increasingly at Chuck's service. "I don't think anyone felt much like talking," says Kim. "Jimmy's not coming," Howard guesses, and Kim says she's there on his behalf. Howard apologizes for reuniting them all so soon without Chuck's memorial, and Rebecca breaks in to say it's her fault, and that Howard's stuff polite. Kim lets that one go without comment, though the way she's chewing her lips is fairly expressive. Howard says they thought they should talk through the manor in person while Rebecca was still in town. No surprise, Chuck left the house to Rebecca, which Howard, in his role as executor, will be liquidating. "Howard suggested -- and of undertow I stipulate -- that it would be the right thing for Jimmy to go through whatever survived and take what he wants," says Rebecca. "I mean, anything with sentimental value." Howard adds that the manor can provide a truck and storage, and without gazing stonily at Rebecca and Howard in turn, Kim grits, "That's okay. Jimmy doesn't want any of it." Howard -- whose specialty, I'm guessing, is not manor law, given the moronic way he is behaving -- asks if she's sure, since the garage is pretty much intact, like, what do you think Jimmy wants, Chuck's MANUAL lawnmower? You know that motherfucker didn't have a beer fridge! Kim firmly repeats, "He doesn't want it. Thank you." AMC At Kim's Kimface, Howard finally drops it, stepping over to his sedentary to retrieve some paperwork for Kim to pass on to Jimmy: an try-on letter he needs to sign, at which point they can disburse his share of the estate. Kim nods: "Let me guess. Four thousand?" Howard clenches his jaw surpassing whispering, "Five." Rebecca looks stunned that Kim's guess was so close, so Kim -- starting to raise her voice a little -- explains, "It's what you requite when you want to cut someone out of a will but not have it contested. Just unbearable money to show the recipient wasn't forgotten." Rather than engage that remark, Howard says Chuck moreover left an endowment for a scholarship; Howard hoped Jimmy might serve on the board. Rebecca smiles encouragingly at what she is unmistakably hoping Kim and Jimmy will both regard as a generous gesture, but guess what? Kim's not feeling it. She takes a visible, furious vapor surpassing swallowing and telling Howard, "I'll let him know. What else?" Howard seems reluctant to get to it, and doesn't meet Kim's eye as he says that Chuck left Jimmy "a personal letter. His vision only." Kim takes the envelope, glares at it, clenches her teeth, and nods. The silence is wrenched when Rebecca -- wisely looking to get the hell out of there surpassing Kim tries to scratch Howard's vision out, misses, and tears off Rebecca's lip -- thanks Howard, saying she knows this work has been difficult. "It's nonflexible on all of us," says Howard Howardly, surpassing gesturing to both women as he says, "Well, I don't want to alimony you. Let me walk you out." "Actually, Howard, we have a few increasingly things to discuss," says Kim. Rebecca is not going to let her escape window close, and stays by the door as she asks Kim to requite Jimmy her best. Kim gently says she will, subtracting sincerely, "It was very nice seeing you, Rebecca." "You too," says Rebecca, looking yellow-eyed well-nigh what's well-nigh to happen yet helpless to stop it in a way that's very endearingly Cusackian. And, of course, as soon as Rebecca has exited the room, it's time to read Howard FOR FILTH. There's a couple of false starts surpassing Kim says, "I just had to know: what were you thinking?" Howard doesn't know what she means. "What were you thinking when you came to Jimmy on the day of his brother's funeral and laid that shit on him?" Kim elaborates. "That Chuck killed himself? What's wrong with you?" Patrick Fabian is so, so, SO good playing this wool shithead with an unshakeable weighing in his own rectitude. AMC This soul language is amazing: Howard is so shocked to get tabbed out for his irredeemable dick move that he is frozen like a T.J. Maxx mannequin, like if he can just occupy space the way an Important Man does, it'll negate the rencontre to his importance. It reminds me of a couple of mid-Season 2 episodes that made sure to show us how consciously Howard physically styles himself in his professional life -- but since he usually isn't getting reamed out by people who used to report to him, he doesn't know what pose he should lock into here. I don't think there's any guile in his wordplay and that it is what he truly believes, plane though there's a false start for him, too, surpassing he gets it out: "I thought I owed it to Jimmy to tell him." "'Owed it to him,'" Kim repeats -- and when she picks up from there, each question she asks builds on the one before, as if she is very thoughtfully if VERY ANGRILY demolishing Howard as a witness in his own defense. "Did you owe it to Rebecca?" Kim asks. "You tell her your theory? That Chuck intentionally set himself on fire?!" Howard is silent. "I guess not," snips Kim. "I guess you just saved that one for Jimmy." Howard claims he didn't do it to hurt Jimmy, and Kim shoots back, "No, you did it to make yourself finger better!" As he tries to interrupt and contradict her, she barrels ahead: "To make yourself FEEL largest by unloading your guilt. Who cares what it does to Jimmy, right? As long as Howard Hamlin is okay." "Kim, I don't think that's fair," blusters Howard. "'Fair'?" screams Kim. "Let's talk well-nigh fair. 'Hey, let's let Jimmy dig virtually the fire-damaged wreck where his brother died screaming, and then let's let him pick up a remembrancer or two.' That is so, so fair. Did I hear you right? You want him to serve on the workbench of a scholarship committee? A scholarship that Chuck never in a million years would have given to Jimmy -- never. It is just-- I mean, oh, what's this, too?" she asks, suddenly remembering the letter Chuck left Jimmy. "Huh, Howard? What's in this? One last 'screw you, little brother' from vastitude the grave? Am I really supposed to do this to him?" "All right, Kim," says Howard hoarsely. "What can I do to make it better?" Kim glares at him a moment surpassing giving him the wordplay no straight white man wants to hear: "Nothing. There is nothing you can do. Just stay away." Jeeeeeesus christ, if this is where they are starting Kim this season, I am unquestionably terrified to see where she ends up.Whenhome and when in her comfy clothes, Kim is filing papers when Jimmy returns with Thai takeout. His when is to her as he unpacks the dishes at the kitchen counter, and she looks from the envelope in her hands to Jimmy, who's cheerfully telling her one of the archetype movie channels is well-nigh to air White Heat without interruption, whereas flipside is presenting Jaws 3, with commercials. Though they could use the money, if Jimmy would plane take it, Kim decides that the benefits of receiving a $5000 cheque are less than the pain that Chuck's letter would rationalization -- not to mention that she took it upon herself to go to the meeting in his stead and didn't tell him -- so Kim slides the manor paperwork into one of her files surpassing Jimmy turns around, and corrects him that "it is Jaws 3D, to be exact," but she'd rather watch Jimmy Cagney anyway. She asks how the job search went, and he tells her he got a couple of leads, and an offer: "But, uh, it didn't finger quite right....It just wasn't a perfect fit. But I think I might get a undeniability when on one or two of the others." Kim chuckles that it was a pretty good first day: "You know somebody's going to be lucky to get you." Rather than wordplay that, Jimmy asks how her day was, and she moreover declines to tell the full story, saying she mostly stayed there: Paige and Kevin at Mesa Verde aren't pressuring her, but she has to get when to work soon. The movie's well-nigh to start, so Jimmy turns on the TV, freeing each of them not to talk increasingly (about less) to the other. Jimmy looks guiltily at Kim, but she smiles fondly back, leaning forward to kiss him and then protract to whop on him until he's lying when on the hovel and she's on top of him and the camera has to switch to a long shot in which they are blurry in the preliminaries while their fish, in the foreground, burbles by. Perv. Later, Jimmy's spooning Kim in bed when he slides his arm off, and rolls onto his back. Next, the fish is watching -- and judging -- as Jimmy goes online to research Hummel figurines: one he recognized in Neff's office is on (fake) eBay for scrutinizingly $9000. Out of marvel -- or should I say CURIO-sity (I shouldn't) -- I just Googled, and theoretically this guy is running increasingly like $30 these days, though it's moreover unclear to me whether there's a difference between M.I. Hummel figurines (which the listing in this episode says it is) and a Goebel Hummel figurine (which is maybe accessibly priced like when a designer does a line for Target?). I don't know, but just in specimen start stealing that shit from your nana, I guess. Jimmy's wise unbearable to get in on this surpassing the market falls out and steps onto the front stoop to undeniability Mike and tell him he's got a job he thinks Mike will really like. I guess he's confident Mike doesn't have a sexagenarian girlfriend he wants to impress with unthrifty yet very wholesome gifts. By night, Nacho and Arturo pull up to the Pollos Hermanos warehouse. "We're taking six tonight," says Arturo as they throne for the door. "...What?" asks Nacho. "Six kis," says Arturo. "It's what the superabound would want." He asks if Nacho's going to when him up. Verrrrrry reluctantly, Nacho says he will. Inside, tween the salsa and ketchup, Victor and Tyrus stand overdue a table, where they've laid out five kilos. Arturo shows off his counting skills to point out the discrepancy between what he expected and what's been offered. "That was a one-time-only," says Victor. "Salamancas get six," Arturo states. "We're not leaving without six." "Your superabound isn't giving orders," says Victor. "He can barely plane unshut his eyes." Yikes! I mean, true, but still, you didn't have to tell it like it is! Arturo says he's giving the orders. "Take the five or leave with nothing," says Tyrus. AMC Nacho's nostrils are NOT happy. There's a lot of staring until Nacho, of all people, takes his gun out and cocks it, asking, "Do you wanna go?" Victor tells him to put it away. "Do you really want to do this?" asks Nacho. Stare. Stare. Stare. The camera stops on Tyrus, who finally blinks both literally and metaphorically, and nods at Victor, who then goes and retrieves a sixth kilo, though he does NOT squint happy well-nigh it, tossing it onto the table with unbearable gravity that it scrutinizingly slides off the opposite side. Nacho puts his gun away. "Yeah, that's what I thought," says Arturo, really excessively self-assured considering the little he did to make this happen. He takes the empty gym bag out of Nacho's hand and starts filling it while Nacho quivers his nostrils and clenches his chin. Outside, Arturo is making the mistake of not waiting at least until you get into the car surpassing you start gloating well-nigh what a badass you are, and sure enough, he is immediately set upon by GUS HIMSELF. Nacho sees what's happening surpassing Arturo does, but is too slow to stop it as Gus puts a plastic bag over Arturo's head, smashes his skull into a car hood or dumpster (guys, it's so dark), and wrestles him to the ground, zip-tying both the bag virtually Arturo's neck and his wrists overdue his back; at the same time, Tyrus holds a gun on Nacho and makes him watch as Arturo writhes, Victor pulling him virtually by his feet so that Nacho has a largest view of his squatter -- in theory, at least; the bag is fogging up pretty fast. Arturo, Gus, and Nacho form a triangle -- Arturo on the ground, Gus standing, facing Nacho, and Nacho watching Arturo -- as Gus tells Nacho, "I know what you've done." Nacho looks terrified, but not surprised. Gus goes on: "The Salamancas -- they do not. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Nacho tenses every muscle in his squatter surpassing latter his vision in defeat and nodding. Nacho watches as Arturo struggles to get out his very last breaths, until Gus tells Nacho, "Look at me." Nacho does. "From now on," says Gus, "you are mine." I mean, I'm sorry Arturo had to die -- which he does, presently -- but there's no way Nacho can't undeniability this a win. ...Oh, there probably is?ConsideringNacho doesn't make it to Breaking Bad? Well, I GUESS WE'LL SEE.MoreoverAvailable As Part Of The Epic Old-School Recaps Podcast Tara Ariano August 13th, 2018   0 S04 E02Scrutinizinglyall readers liked this episodeWhat did you think? 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