Better Call Saul, Season 5

Jimmy:
Hey, silence! [to Krazy-8] Were you talking to them? Were you talking to my client without his lawyer present?

Hank:
[pause] And you are?

Jimmy:
Saul Goodman. I'm Mr. Molina's attorney, and you're in violation of his constitutional rights.

Hank:
Heh-heh. S'all good, man! [he and Gomez laugh] Really? Come on. That's your name?

Jimmy:
Listen, Officer...

Gomez:
Special Agent.

Jimmy:
Oh, the DEA. [points at their badges] Oh, I see. Okay, the feds. Well... What, they don't teach the Constitution at Quantico these days?

Gomez:
Yeah. Quantico is FBI.

Jimmy:
Oh, well, DEA, FBI, Department of Sanitation. It's time for you two gentlemen to vacate the premises. There's the door, shoo-shoo. Go away!

Hank:
Your client waived his right to an attorney.

Jimmy:
Well, he most certainly did not.

Krazy-8:
Yeah, I did.

Jimmy:
Zip it, okay? Nobody's talking to you.

Hank:
No, he wants to talk to us.

Jimmy:
He's confused, okay? He was dropped on his head as a child.

Krazy-8:
I wanna talk.

Jimmy:
No, you don't!

Krazy-8:
Yeah, I do!

Hank:
Sounds like he does.

Jimmy:
You just... Uh, one moment. [to Krazy-8] Come here. Just come here!

[Jimmy pulls Krazy-8 aside. Hank and Gomez look at each other skeptically]

Jimmy:
[to Krazy-8] You're killing me here, man! [to Hank] Okay, look... My client is making what I believe to be a grave error. Also, showing a heartbreaking lack of faith in his attorney, and I'm not gonna lie, it hurts. [sighs] He insists on dealing, so... Let's talk turkey.

Hank:
[pause] You know what? We're not interested. I feel like my chain is being jerked. And not in a good way, if you know what I'm sayin'.

Gomez:
There's no half mil. Never was.

Hank:
Yep. Bullshit! I called it, Gomie.

Gomez:
You did.

[Hank and Gomez get up from their seats]

Jimmy:
Hold on, guys. Hold up...

Hank:
I think I'm gonna blow this popsicle stand.

Jimmy:
...wait a second!

Hank:
You gentlemen have a great afternoon.

Jimmy:
Hold up, guys. One second!

Hank:
Hey, hey, have a good day. [pounds on door] We're done in here!

Jimmy:
Guys! Um, uh... what if we say it's contingent?

Hank:
[turns around] Contingent? On what?

Jimmy:
Results. Mr. Molina will stay in custody while you verify his very specific, limited information.

Gomez:
And what if what he tells us doesn't pan out?

Jimmy:
Oh, well, then he just stays here! I mean, we're back where we started, but if his information leads to something-

Hank:
Arrests.

Jimmy:
What?

Hank:
If his information leads to arrests.

Jimmy:
[clears throat] Well, yeah. If his information leads to arrests, then the charges go away. Okay, now how can you say no to that? That is a win-win for you guys.

[Hank and Gomez sit back down]

Hank:
Okay, Domingo! Start talking.

Jimmy:
Go ahead.

Krazy-8:
Like I said, the dealers kick up the cash. I don't know who picks it up. All I know is that there are three dead drops they run on Thursday nights, and-

Jimmy:
Hold on.

Hank:
What? What!?

Jimmy:
Look, I know how this goes, alright? My guy talks to you, you squeeze him out like a sponge, then you dump him back on the street. Word gets out that he's a fink, he ends up bleeding out in front of his mother's house.

Krazy-8:
What?!

Jimmy:
No, it's not gonna happen, okay? Do you hear what I'm saying? My client is not leaving here with a target on his back.

Hank:
[taps on the table] Fine. We'll take care of him. Assuming this isn't one big jag-off, it'll look like he got out because... his lawyer's a genius.

Jimmy:
Okay, and he's... he's not just anyone's CI, either, alright? You don't pass him around like a venereal disease. He's your personal CI. So, he gets picked up: you call me, I call you, it gets taken care of, no questions asked.

Hank:
Okay, but it's contingent.

Jimmy:
Sure.

Hank:
And it better be worth it.