Better Call Saul, Season 6

[Jimmy and Kim approach Cliff and Howard's widow, Cheryl, at a memorial reception in the offices of HHM.]

Kim:
Cliff.

Cliff:
Kim, Jimmy.

Cheryl:
Kim, hi.

[Jimmy extends his hand to Cheryl, but she doesn't take it]

Jimmy:
Hi, Cheryl. I'm Jimmy McGill. You may not remember me. I'm Chuck McGill's brother.

Cheryl:
Of course.

Jimmy:
Very sorry for your loss. [sighs]

Kim:
Cheryl, I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what you must be going through. If Jimmy and I can do anything for you or your family, please just say the word.

[Jimmy and Kim are about to walk away]

Cheryl:
There is something, actually. You two were the last ones to see him, weren't you?

Kim:
Um...

Jimmy:
I guess so. Uh, that's what the police said.

Cheryl:
Howard told me that you were harassing him, playing elaborate pranks of some sort. That you wouldn't leave him alone.

Jimmy:
I know he thought that. He—he—he told me as well. Um, I think he honestly believed it.

Cheryl:
But you're denying it.

Jimmy:
[pause] You know what, I didn't leave here under the best terms. The past few years, I could have been more considerate to Howard instead of yitzing him every chance I got. I guess, uh, there was a certain amount of jealousy on my part because Howard had the, uh, respect of my brother. Which I never did. [Jimmy steps away]

Cheryl:
Tell me what you told the police.

Jimmy:
[pause] Okay, um... Well, I mean, it was 11 p.m. Howard started pounding on our door. He was very upset, going on about something, um, he thought was my fault, uh... Guess it had to do with the Sandpiper case. But I—I couldn't make head or tail out of it. We tried to calm him down. But... he just—he just wouldn't, um... Finally, he left. That's—that's it.

Cheryl:
I'm not oblivious. I know people are saying he was on drugs. Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Jimmy:
I just... He just didn't seem like himself.

Cheryl:
[to Cliff] Are you hearing all of this? Because none of it makes sense to me.

Cliff:
Cheryl, maybe we should just—

Cheryl:
I don't care what people are saying. I don't care what the police think. Howard was not on drugs. That simply is not true. There's something more to this.

Kim:
I don't know if it's my place, but... I—I...

Cheryl:
Please. Just spit it out. [sharply inhales]

Kim:
[sighs] It was about a year-and-a-half ago. I was still an associate here, working late on a brief. And I saw a light on in Howard's office. I assumed the cleaning crew left it on by mistake. And I was sure that office was empty, so I didn't knock.

Cheryl:
...And?

Kim:
And Howard was there at his desk, head down. And he was snorting something. [Cheryl scoffs] I looked at him. He looked at me. I didn't know what to do, so I just walked out. And the next morning, when we saw each other, neither of us ever said anything about it. I never told anyone. But now I wish I had.

Cheryl:
[long pause; to Cliff] In all the years that you worked with him, have you witnessed anything like this? Even a hint? Cliff...

Cliff:
I... Cheryl, this really isn't the time or the place.

[Cheryl begins to cry]

Kim:
Cheryl. You were his wife. You saw him every day. You knew him better than anyone. Maybe I misunderstood what I saw. You would have known.

Cheryl:
[voice breaking] Please excuse me.

[Cheryl retreats into a women's restroom]