Saul Goodman:

*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. And 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 2AM when I was asleep right there. And you know who's number? Hamlin's. The
only person who could have made that call and deleted it is *you*, Chuck. Boy, that
phone, huh? That phone must have felt like a blowtorch in your ear! All that electricity,
all those radiowaves 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
of, 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 McGill:
[in a feeble tone] You're not a real lawyer.

Saul Goodman:
I'm *what*?

Chuck McGill:
[now raising his voice defiantly] 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!

Saul Goodman:
I thought you were proud of me.

Chuck McGill:
I was! When you straightened out and got a job in the mail room, I was *very* proud!

Saul Goodman:
So that's it, then, right? Keep ol' Jimmy down in the mail room, 'cause he's not good
enough to be a lawyer.
Chuck McGill:
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! And you *have* to know that on some level, I
know you know I'm right. You know I'm right!

Saul Goodman:
[silent for a moment, and then breathes deeply] I... I got you a twenty-pound bag of
ice and some bacon and some eggs and a couple of those steaks that you like, some
fuel canisters, enough for three or four days. After that, you're on your own. I am
done. [gets up and leaves]

Chuck McGill:
Jimmy... Jimmy. [gets up to go after him, Jimmy's already walking out to his car, Chuck
stops at the doorway] Jimmy! Jimmy, come back inside! Jimmy! Jimmy! [Jimmy takes
off, tires screeching; guilt-ridden, Chuck watches him drive away and then silently
closes the door]