Better Call Saul, Season 1

[Jimmy sits in as counsel while Mike is interrogated]

Abbasi:
You got your lawyer, Mike. Can we talk already? [Mike nods] Great. So, like we said, we're looking into this Hoffman and Fensky thing.

Sanders:
Yeah. Whatever you can tell us, anything at all-

Jimmy:
Hold on, hold on... Hoffman, Fensky? Fill me in. Assume I know absolutely nothing about my client here, alright? Start at the beginning.

Abbasi:
Jesus, seriously?

Jimmy:
Look, don't let Mr. Ehrmantraut's dancing eyes and bubbly, bon vivant personality fool you. He's actually, believe it or not, somewhat taciturn. Shall I fan you gently, so you don't go into shock? And start at the beginning, okay? We're talking Book of Genesis.

Abbasi:
Okay, Mr. McGill. As you've probably gathered, we—Detective Sanders and I—work for the Philadephia Police Department, as did Mr. Ehrmantraut for nearly 30 years.

Jimmy:
Philadelphia? Go Eagles.

Abbasi:
Mr. Ehrmantraut had a son, Matt; he, too, was with Philly PD. He was a rookie officer with about two years on the job.

Sanders:
He was a good cop.

Abbasi:
Yes, he was... About nine months ago, he responded to a shots-fired call in some Westside rattrap. Matt went in with his partner, Officer Troy Hoffman; they had Sergeant Jack Fensky backing them up. Unfortunately, things got out of hand, the three of them were ambushed and, uh, Matt didn't make it out. Now, Hoffman and Fensky returned fire, but the shooter got away. We chased a few leads, shook up the usual suspects, came up short.

Jimmy:
...I'm very sorry to hear it.

Abbasi:
Anyways, we kept beating the bushes, kept coming up dry, until three months ago. That's when Hoffman and Fensky turned up dead in a vacant lot out in Nicetown. Again, an ambush of some kind, it looks like, and with whoever killed Matt out there in the wind, we're thinking—Well, it's our operating theory that Hoffman and Fensky were mixed up in something, some bad business. And maybe that got Matt killed.

Jimmy:
Yeah, sorry, I gotta do my lawyer thing here: uh, what does my client have to do with any of this?

Sanders:
Mike, this is a Hail Mary. Beyond that. I mean, if we had any hard evidence or leads, we wouldn't be out here. Now, is there anything you can tell us about what Hoffman or Fensky were into?

Abbasi:
Yeah, help us out, Mike? Help us catch the bastard who killed Matty.

[Mike looks up]

Mike:
I don't know much about Hoffman and Fensky. They were Matt's people, I'd see them around sometimes. I saw them in a bar the night they died: it was McClure's, maybe The Red Dog. Probably McClure's.

Abbasi:
Were they drinking with anyone?

Mike:
It's a cop bar, they were drinking with everyone.

Abbasi:
Yeah, but did you see them with anyone in particular?

Mike:
I couldn't tell you, I was... you know how I was.

Sanders:
How you doing these days?

Mike:
Feeling like I crawled out from the bottom of a bottle and working hard to stay there. Although, I've gotta say... doesn't help much, dredging up the past like this.

Abbasi:
Let me ask you, uh... When did you come out here to Albuquerque? It couldn't have been too much later.

Mike:
Think it was the very next day.

Abbasi:
Yeah? The day after Hoffman and Fensky died, huh? You didn't think to, uh, stick around once you heard the news?

Mike:
I don't think I heard the news 'til I was west of Kansas City.

Abbasi:
Still, you didn't come back for the funerals, correct? Even though Hoffman was Matt's partner?

Sanders:
Um, you remember anything about that night at the bar? Did you talk to Hoffman or Fensky at all?

Mike:
Sorry, I got nothing; they weren't my people. I'm sorry you guys took a flyer on me, I wish that it had paid off.

Jimmy:
That it? Are we done here? We're done here, yeah.

[Everyone gets out of their seats]

Sanders:
That wasn't so hard, huh? Thanks, Mike. [shakes Mike's hand]

Mike:
Yeah.

Sanders:
Listen, we're probably gonna kick around for another couple of days, in case you think of something. I've never been out west before.

[Abbasi puts his notebook in his pocket. Jimmy spills his coffee on him and Mike grabs it. They both get in Jimmy's car]

Jimmy:
[sees Mike going through the notebook] Oh, for the love of—You gotta do that right here? Right in front of me? What's so important in there that we had to pull that third-rate Marx Brothers routine?

Mike:
You really wanna know?

Jimmy:
And risk getting a piece of an obstruction rap? No, thank you!

Mike:
Anything else you wanna ask?

Jimmy:
...How'd you know?

Mike:
Know what?

Jimmy:
T-that I would do that, the... How did you know that I would spill that coffee? [Mike sniggers] What the hell is that? What's [sniggering] supposed to mean, huh? [pause] Okay, great, you're the strong, silent type. Hooray for you, but in case you missed it, your friends from Philly back there? They think you killed two cops.

Mike:
[inhales] Yup.