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[Breathing heavily]

Woman: Okay, well, first I got to start off with how we met. Okay.

I -- You know, I just -- I just think

I was a hard worker.

We recycle, so you can feel good about that.

You never come back.

If your guy wasn't nose deep in the devil's dandruff,

is extremely difficult.

Wh-What do you think the record is?

Uh, I can come to your office.

[Air conditioner powers down, gurgles]

[Cellphone ringing]

We are not interested.

[Gunshots continue]

[Air conditioner rattling]

I heard... You -- Yeah.

We went to four different lawyers --

No, not Kim Wexler. No.

at some pretentious Santa Fe white shoe law firm.

And it doesn't matter what you force us to sign.

Far as everybody in the cartel is concerned,

Ricki Lake: Why'd you break up with him to begin with? What happened?

[Cellphone keypad beeping]

bring him back before the Salamancas sweep him up.

Main: I'm afraid not.

Really? You're sure?

Yes.[Both chuckle]

So upbeat is bad...?

Sure, sure. Tomorrow. First thing. Uh, 9 a.m.

[Breathes deeply]

will be a separate felony.

She needed the phone. [Ringing]

[Water dripping]

about how we might keep the peace...

[Speaking Spanish]

Salamancas have all hands looking for him,

[Magazine clicks]

it doesn't count anymore. It doesn't count. Right?

[Speaking Spanish]

I met him in August of 2002 on BlackPlanet. A beautiful, sunny day.

[Keyboard clacking]

Us and our good name

They sure will.

Why would I believe you?

Man #2: Hi, Mr. Robertson. Sorry.

Hey -- Hey, you want to hear about rights?

I take four of our best guys