Better Call Saul, Season 1

Jimmy:
Imagine that, huh? The two McGill boys side-by-side: storming the gates, righting wrongs, taking down the bad guys and making a boatload of money to boot. That would've been great, right?

Chuck:
The very best.

Jimmy:
...Yeah.

Chuck:
Yeah. I'll keep on Howard. Um, won't badger him, but maybe I can gradually wear him down. Y'know, get him to come around.

Jimmy:
[stiffly] That's... thanks. Wow, I'm so lucky to have you looking out for me.

Chuck:
I'll do what I can. I'm not promising anything.

Jimmy:
I get it. It's a long shot.

Chuck:
Hey, he might change his mind.

Jimmy:
Yeah? Hey, maybe... there is a way that you could get Howard to change his mind.

Chuck:
How?

Jimmy:
Quit.

Chuck:
[beat] Jimmy, no-

Jimmy:
No, no, it's perfect.

Chuck:
No, no, no. We've already been through all this; all the reasons I'm never gonna leave HHM.

Jimmy:
But y–but you don't have to really quit, okay? You just threaten to quit, right? You get in a game of chicken with Howard. He's gotta blink, or HHM goes under. It's a perfect plan.

Chuck:
Jimmy-

Jimmy:
If that's what you want, y'know? Us working together? Well, you can make it happen, easily. I mean, hey, that reception you got yesterday at HHM–how 'bout that, right? The whole lobby of HHM applauding for you. They love you! [increasingly angry] Now, if you threaten to pull out, Hamlin would be insane to screw with you. You've got the nuclear option, launch the doomsday device. Game over! If working with me is what you really want, right, Chuck? [beat] You called him. You called Hamlin. I always turn my phone off before I put it in your mailbox. Two nights ago, it was left on. Battery drained. I was so damn sure that I turned it off, you know, 'cause I always do. It's a habit, right? So, it was nagging me, it was nagging me. So, I called the phone company. Turns out there was a deleted call at 2 A.M., when I was asleep right there. And you know whose number? Hamlin's. The only person who could have made that call and deleted it... is you, Chuck. Boy, that phone, huh? Phone must've felt like a blowtorch in your ear; all that electricity, all those radio waves right up against the side of your head, my God! What was so important that you had to call Howard before our meeting? The only thing I can think–the only thing that makes sense is... you told him not to hire me. It was always you, right? Right back to when I passed the bar and tried to join the firm. You didn't want me. Speak up. Tell me why! It's the least you can do for me now! I'm your brother! We're supposed to look out for each other! Why were you working against me, Chuck?!

Chuck:
You're not a real lawyer.

Jimmy:
I'm what?

Chuck:
You're not a real lawyer! University of American Samoa, for Christ's sake? An online course?! What a joke! I worked my ass off to get where I am, and you take these shortcuts and you think suddenly you're my peer?! You do what I do because you're funny and you can make people laugh?! I committed my life to this! You don't slide into it like a cheap pair of slippers and then reap all the rewards!

Jimmy:
I thought you were proud of me.

Chuck:
I was! When you straightened out and got a job in the mailroom, I was very proud.

Jimmy:
So that's it then, right? Keep old Jimmy down in the mailroom, 'cause he's not good enough to be a lawyer.

Chuck:
I know you. I know what you were, what you are. People don't change. You're Slippin' Jimmy! And Slippin' Jimmy I can handle just fine, but Slippin' Jimmy with a law degree is like a chimp with a machine gun! The law is sacred! If you abuse that power, people get hurt! This is not a game. You have to know on some level, I know you know I'm right. You know I'm right!

Jimmy:
[beat] I...I got ya a 20-pound bag of ice, and some bacon and some eggs and a couple of those steaks that you like. Some fuel canisters, it's enough for three or four days. After that... you're on your own. I am done.