Better Call Saul, Season 6

Betsy:
You used us – us and our good name – to character-assassinate Howard Hamlin. Somehow, some way, it benefits you to tear him down.

Craig:
Yeah. And we're–we're mad.

Jimmy:
Okay, yeah. I'm hearing a lot of unfounded accusations being tossed around. I don't know anything about schemes or character assassination or whatnot, but... [clears throat] if you're feeling slighted, we can make it right. [Jimmy hands Betsy a bundle of cash]

Betsy:
Money? [scoffs] Money's not gonna take care of this.

Jimmy:
Money takes care of everything. Isn't that the motto stitched onto the Kettleman family crest?

Betsy:
We don't want money.

Jimmy:
I am non-plussed. I'm guessing you want something.

Betsy:
Do what you promised.

Jimmy:
Do what I what?

Betsy:
Exonerate Craig. Get his good name back.

Jimmy:
Alright. Well, as you've been advised, for a number of reasons that's not gonna happen.

Betsy:
It is gonna happen. It is. It's... You're just gonna have to figure out a way.

Craig:
If anyone can do this, it's you.

Betsy:
I know you don't want us going to Howard Hamlin. Because whatever it is you're up to, I'm sure he would be very interested.

Jimmy:
Okay, let's just go easy on the threats.

Betsy:
We want our lives back! The way they were before. Before. We lost... everything! And we don't deserve any of this.

Kim:
Okay. Enough carrot. [clears throat]

[Kim turns to the home phone next to her and begins to dial]

Craig:
Dial 9 to get out.

Kim:
Oh, thank you.

Betsy:
[whispering; to Craig] We didn't give her permission to use the phone.

Craig:
[whispering; to Betsy] She needs to use the phone.

Jimmy:
Kim... ?

[The line connects; Kim speaks through the phone's speaker]

Receptionist:
Internal Revenue Service, Albuquerque.

Kim:
Hi. Could you put me through to Justin Stangel in Criminal Investigations?

Receptionist:
One moment, please.

Betsy:
[to Kim] What are you doing? Excuse me!

Justin:
This is Justin.

Kim:
Justin, Kim Wexler. How are you?

Justin:
Hey, Kim. Good to hear from you.

Kim:
How are Noreen and the boys?

Justin:
Oh, hanging in. Noreen always talks about having you by for dinner some time.

Kim:
We should do that. Tell her to call me. Listen, I was wondering who your CID officer is these days.

Justin:
You have something for us?

Kim:
Oh, I just might: Tax preparer fraud. A lot of it.

Justin:
I'm listening.

Kim:
Well, it's this, uh, run-down little mom-and-pop outfit I've had my eye on for a while. [chuckles] Don't ask me why. Clearly, I need to get a life. But from what I can glean, their clients always end up with smaller refunds than they deserve.

Betsy:
[whispering] Please don't do this.

Justin:
Do the clients sign over third-party authorization?

Kim:
Bingo. So what I'm thinking is, these creeps file legit returns with you guys, give the clients fake ones that show about half the proper amount, and then pocket the difference.

Justin:
Classic scam. Well, I know just the guy to go after these dirtbags. Tony Oropallo. Real bulldog. I'll transfer you over.

Kim:
Such a big help, Justin.

Justin:
You got it. Talk soon.

Betsy:
You don't have to do this.

Kim:
[to Betsy] Don't I? Betsy... You'll probably get twenty-four months, maybe eighteen with good behavior. But Craig? You are a two-time loser. They will definitely make an example out of you. Each false return they discover will be a separate felony. What are we talking? A hundred?

Betsy:
Uh...

Kim:
Two-hundred?

Tony:
[beat] CID, Anthony Oropallo speaking.

[Betsy runs to the phone and slams down the receiver to end the call]

Betsy:
Please. We'll do anything. Just tell us.

Kim:
[beat] Why would I believe you? Huh?

Craig:
Please.

Kim:
[long pause] First. First, you contact every person you've ripped off. Tell them you made an accounting error, tell them you're crooks who had a change of heart, I don't care. Give them what they are legally owed. Everything you stole. And then after that, you're going to forget you ever heard the name Howard Hamlin. I'm keeping my eye on both of you. You think you've lost everything? You have no idea.

[Kim leaves the room with Jimmy while the Kettlemans stand shellshocked, on the verge of tears]