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CHAIRMAN: Okay, if, uh, everyone’s ready to begin
testimony... Mr. Alley, call your witness.
HAMLIN (PRE-LAP): ... BANG BANG BANG! Then he kicked down the door...
INT. STATE BAR BUILDING - HEARING ROOM - LATER
Hamlin’s on the stand, facing Alley. Hamlin’s polished, clear, smooth. His best lawyer-face on full display.
That said, he -- like all the other attorneys present -- isn’t grandstanding. No firebrands -- a certain bland, bureaucratic efficiency is prized here at the Bar.
The PRIVATE EYE from Ep. 302 is in the gallery, as is FRANCESCA. One or two interested ONLOOKERS also attend this public hearing.
Jimmy’s still got a poker face -- mildly confident, not Menendez-Brothers-cocky. Why isn’t he tense? Hearing his crimes, you’d expect he’d be about to jump out of his skin...
HAMLIN: ... Jimmy was very agitated. He was shouting. He demanded Charles turn over the evidence he'd been collecting --
Kim rises. Calmly professional, not leaping to her feet.
KIM: Objection. We haven't established the tape is "evidence" of anything. The defense has only acknowledged it as a piece of property.
Smooth as silk, Hamlin walks it back.
HAMLIN: Allow me to rephrase. Jimmy demanded an audio cassette in Charles's possession. Which Jimmy proceeded, with the help of an iron fireplace implement, to pry from Charles's desk. He then broke the cassette to pieces and went on to confront his brother.
He looks at Kim -- he won that point. The more the Committee thinks of Jimmy as the kind of lawyer who tampers with evidence, the worse off he’ll be.
ALLEY: What happened after the defendant smashed this tape?
HAMLIN: Mr. Brightbill and I --
ALLEY: That’s the Private Investigator that Charles hired?
Points to him in the audience. The P.I. nods, slightly.
HAMLIN: That’s correct. He and I were concerned that Jimmy might strike his brother. So that's when we stepped in.
ALLEY: Thank you, Mr. Hamlin.
HAMLIN: Certainly.
ALLEY: Nothing further at this time.
CHAIRMAN: Miss Wexler?
Alley sits and Kim steps up. Hamlin’s face hardens. This is his former protégé, after all, throwing in with the enemy. Kim is brisk and professional, not confrontational. Well aware Hamlin’s loyalty to her is long gone.
KIM: Thank you, Mr. Chairman. You testified you’ve known my client for some time. How long exactly?
HAMLIN: Nearly ten years.
KIM: How did you come to know him?
HAMLIN: His brother asked to hire him in the mail room at our firm.
KIM: And you did.
HAMLIN: Yes.
KIM: What was your opinion of him then?
Hamlin hesitates. Giving up as little ground as he can, yet avoiding outright lies.
HAMLIN: I thought... he had a lot of get-up-and-go. He was a hard worker.
KIM: You had a nickname for him, didn’t you?
HAMLIN: "Charlie Hustle".
KIM: "Charlie Hustle". How'd you feel when you found out he'd become a lawyer?
HAMLIN: Surprised. He had put himself through law school and taken the Bar Exam without telling any of the partners. Even Charles.
KIM: He bootstrapped his way into a law degree while working in your mail room. Did you consider taking him on as an associate?
Hamlin can see where she’s going with this -- and he doesn’t like it.
HAMLIN: We did. Briefly.
KIM: Sounds like you didn’t hire him. Why not? With that kind of grit.
HAMLIN: The partners decided that it would be best to avoid the appearance of nepotism. We felt hiring Jimmy might damage morale.
KIM: Nepotism. Your firm is "Hamlin Hamlin and McGill," right? Who’s the other Hamlin?
HAMLIN: My father.
Ouch. Point to Kim Wexler.
KIM: Which partner was most concerned with "nepotism"?
HAMLIN: Charles McGill.
KIM: So Jimmy’s own brother blocked him.
ALLEY: Objection. How are the hiring practices of Hamlin Hamlin McGill relevant here?
KIM: (to the Chairman) It’s relevant to understand the relationship between these brothers.
CHAIRMAN: We'll, uh... give you some leeway, Ms. Wexler, but don't stray too far. Charles McGill is not the subject of this hearing.
KIM: Thank you. (to Hamlin) Did Jimmy know his brother was the one that prevented you from hiring him?
HAMLIN: No, he did not. (then) Eventually he was hired at the firm of Davis and Main. I’d be happy to say more on that, if you’d like.
Taking a jab, just to fuck with her. She returns it, evenly.
KIM: No, thank you. (changes gears) When Charles's condition appeared, Jimmy took care of him, didn’t he?
HAMLIN: I believe so.
But Kim’s going to make damn sure this point lands.
KIM: Jimmy was struggling to build his solo law practice and yet every single day without fail, he brought his brother food, supplies -- even his favorite newspapers. Isn’t that right?
HAMLIN: (a concession) He did.
KIM: Could you speak about the terms of Charles's leave of absence?
HAMLIN: You know I can’t. It was an FMLA leave -- anything more is confidential.
KIM: But you can confirm it was due to mental illness, correct?
Alley rises to his feet with a bit more vigor this time.
ALLEY: Objection! Charles McGill’s mental health isn’t at issue. This is a smear job on the State Bar’s upcoming witness, nothing more.
COMMITTEE MEMBER #1: This is not a competency hearing, Ms. Wexler.
CHAIRMAN: Mr. Hamlin is not a psychiatric professional. Do you have any questions that would be more germane to his experience?
Shit. That's a blow. Kim deflates. Looks at her notes.
KIM: ...No. I have nothing further.
CHAIRMAN: The witness is excused.
Hamlin stands. As he passes Kim, we can tell he’s disappointed in her for her part in this farce.
Jimmy glances around and spots Francesca in the
gallery. Jimmy’s puzzled, catches her eye. Mouths "where is he?" She mouths back, "I don't know".
Alley approaches the lectern once more.
ALLEY: At this time, the State Bar would like to enter Exhibit Five into evidence. We ask that Charles McGill’s recording be played.
Kim stands. She knows she’s fighting a rearguard action on this point, but she’s got to try.
KIM: I'm respectfully renewing my objection. The probative value of playing this Exhibit is outweighed by how prejudicial it is.
ALLEY: All due respect to Ms. Wexler, but the State Bar feels this is fundamental to hear. We don't want to leave any question as to the intentions of both parties.
CHAIRMAN: Ms. Wexler, we already ruled this was fair game when we denied your Motion to Suppress.
COMMITTEE MEMBER #2: I'll add, the rough-and-tumble of your client’s conduct aside, we need to know whether one lawyer attempted to tamper with another’s evidence.
Kim sits, unreadable. Jimmy, though, still looks unfazed -- like he doesn't feel the noose tightening...The CLERK wheels in a stereo system on a cart. Alley supervises in Pocket Dialogue, as they fumble with patch cords, AUX inputs, etc. It's ungainly and inelegant.
Meanwhile, Jimmy turns to Franchesca and waves her over.
JIMMY: C'mere.
She walks over and leans close. Both whisper:
JIMMY: What are you still doing here?
FRANCESCA: Flight’s delayed.
JIMMY: How delayed?
FRANCESCA: Forty minutes, last I checked.
JIMMY: Shit. Okay. Keep me posted.
She nods, returns to her seat. Finally, Jimmy looks worried. If there were a word bubble over his head, it'd read "GULP!"
CLERK: Okay, here we go...
Audio BURPS through the speakers. The Clerk stops the tape -- they got it working. Nods to Alley.
ALLEY (to the Committee) Thank you for your patience. The State Bar is ready to proceed.
Before he gets the go-ahead, Jimmy all but jumps to his feet.
JIMMY: Begging your pardon, but the defense requests a moment to review, if we could?
The Chairman does a quick canvass of the panel. It’s not an unusual request. They nod.
CHAIRMAN: (a tad impatient) Alright. When you’re ready.
JIMMY: Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
At the defense table, Jimmy sits. He opens the transcript, starts leafing through. Not really reading, mostly skimming.
The room’s quiet as a library; the only sounds are Jimmy turning pages and people shifting in their seats.
Kim covers the mic and whispers:
KIM: What are we doing?
JIMMY: (whispers) Stalling.
With a tiny nod, she plays along and fakes reading. Off the two of them vamping while everyone in the hearing room looks on...
INT. CHUCK’S HOUSE - GREAT ROOM - DAY
Chuck paces, quietly rehearsing his testimony. It’s a lot like we’ve seen Jimmy prep: a poignant family resemblance.
CHUCK: (sotto) Yes. Yes, my brother has many admirable qualities. In some ways, I can say I admire him... (considers, then) Too cold. (Another run at it) I love my brother. But Ted Kaczynski’s brother loved him, too. And he wanted to help... (thinks) That's sanctimonious... (then, starts over) I love my brother. He’s a good person... He has good in him... But the law is too important...
KNOCK! KNOCK! Chuck looks toward the Mud Room.
CHUCK: (calls) Be right there, Howard! (to himself) "The law is too important"... Hm.
He takes a breath. Go time. He grabs his (normal, non-space-blanket-lined) suit jacket, slinging it on as he goes.
INT. STATE BAR BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY
We TRACK toward the Hearing Room. As we approach the door, we hear the muffled TAPE playing back the scene from Ep. 210.
JIMMY (O.S.): ...that I sure as shit wouldn’t be telling you otherwise. But, yes. It’s the truth.
INT. STATE BAR BUILDING - HEARING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The assembled hang on every word.
CHUCK (V.O.): You’d go to such lengths to humiliate me?
JIMMY (V.O.): I did it for Kim! She worked her butt off to get Mesa Verde while you and Howard sat around sipping scotch and chortling! Hamlin Hamlin McGill, more like Scrooge and Marley! Kim deserves Mesa Verde, not you! Not HHM! She earned it, and she needs it! I did it to help her, but I -- I honestly didn’t think it would hurt you so bad.
For Kim, hearing how far Jimmy will go for her -- even if it's misguided -- is almost sweet. Were they anywhere else, she might touch his foot with hers under the table.
JIMMY (V.O.): I thought you’d just say, “Oh crap, I made a mistake,” and go on with your life, like a normal person. But, oh no! Wishful thinking..!
But Alley, the Chairman, Committee Members, even Francesca -- no one else sees a romantic gesture. They’re hard to read, but they might be watching Jimmy morph before their eyes into a dyed-in-the-wool criminal.
JIMMY (V.O.): So can I, uh, tell Howard you're not quitting or retiring or whatever? And could we take all this shit down off the walls? I'm gonna go and call Howard.
CHUCK (V.O.): Jimmy. You do realize you just confessed to a felony?
JIMMY (V.O.): I guess. But you feel better, right? Besides, it’s your word against mine.
Alley presses STOP. SILENCE. After a moment, the Chairman lets out a deep breath. Shuffles in his seat. That was unpleasant to sit through.
CHAIRMAN: Uh, um... Alright. Uh, Mr. Alley, uh, we need to make
accommodations for your next witness. Is that correct?
ALLEY: Yes, Mr. Chairman.
CHAIRMAN: Alright. (to the room) For those who don’t know, we need to prepare the room. Uh, the Clerk is going to collect your cellphones, watches, key fobs -- anything electrical. If you prefer not to, please secure your items outside this room. Thank you for understanding.
The CLERK and an ASSISTANT circulate with plastic bags and sharpies -- put in your gear, write your name on it, seal and surrender it into their plastic bin. The more public, less honor-system version of HHM’s routine.
The Clerk approaches the defense table. Kim writes her name on a bag, puts her phone in, hands it over. Jimmy does the same with his watch.
KIM: Thanks.
CLERK: Your phone, sir?
JIMMY: I left it in the car.
The Clerk moves on.
The lights go OFF. Rolling out the red carpet for the king,
making the room ready for Chuck. The main event.
Jimmy watches as the Clerk’s Assistant takes the battery-powered clock off the wall. Time ticking away, indeed. His nerves rising...
INT. STATE BAR BUIDLING - HEARING ROOM - DAY
CLOSE ON: the still-glowing EXIT sign. BOOM DOWN to reveal the hearing getting back to business. Chuck on the stand. Everyone else in place.
CHAIRMAN: Alright, I'll remind you, Mr. McGill that you are still under oath.
CHUCK: I understand.
KIM: (stands) At this time I'd like to turn cross-examination over to my co-council, James McGill.
If this takes Chuck by surprise, you’d never know it from looking at him. Jimmy stands, ready for the moment of truth.
Jimmy steps to the lectern. It’s McGill v. McGill! Jimmy the affable common man versus Chuck the precise legal genius.
Jimmy takes his moment. Looks at his notes. Takes a breath. He’s ready to come out swinging.
JIMMY: Um, well there's been a lot of fuss about it, but you and I have never really talked about this tape you made.
CHUCK: We lost the opportunity when you burglarized my house to destroy it.
JIMMY: Fair enough, um, and I was in the wrong there, but still I'd like to try and follow your story of why and how you recorded it.
CHUCK: Oh, is this where you claim the tape is spurious? That it's not really your voice?
JIMMY: No, that's me on the tape.
Whoa. Chuck didn’t expect Jimmy to admit that so readily! While he’s off-balance, Jimmy presses his advantage.
JIMMY: But still I have some questions, like the recorder must have hurt like hell for you to touch that.
CHUCK: There was a degree of discomfort, that's true.
JIMMY: Would you like to set the scene for the disciplinary committee, tell them, y'know, what your house looked like at the time of the recording?
...
JIMMY: I wanna get down to brass tacks. I wanna be very, very specific here. This illness -- what does it feel like? You mentioned it's painful?
Chuck is quietly compelling as he explains.
CHUCK: It is. There's a tightness in my chest. Difficulty breathing... And pain. Burning pain, the pain spreads everywhere.
Jimmy considers this. He seems to empathize.
JIMMY: Sounds horrible. And does it hurt right now?
CHUCK: There's always some discomfort yes. Electricity is everywhere in the modern world (to the Committee) But I very much appreciate the indulgence of the panel for their accommodation here today. I can handle this fine.
While Chuck talks, Jimmy nods to Francesca. She quietly leaves without drawing attention.
JIMMY: Right. So, with the lights out, you don’t feel them?
CHUCK: If the current’s not flowing, no.
JIMMY: Well, sorry about the exit signs. I guess they couldn’t kill those for ya.
Chuck doesn't take the bait. (Meanwhile, Francesca re-enters discreetly with Huell and sits in the rear of the gallery.)
CHUCK: Well, they’re not drawing much current and they’re far away. The intensity drops off with distance per the inverse-square law.
JIMMY: Okay, woah! Inverse-square? I’m not a physicist could you dumb that down a shade for me?
CHUCK: The farther away it is the stronger the source needs to be to have an effect.
JIMMY: Got it, got it. So if I had a small battery -- say, from a watch or something -- and I got it close to you, close to your skin, you’d know?
CHUCK: I would feel it yes.
Jimmy moves closer to Chuck. Pointing to different spots in the room, sussing it out.
JIMMY: Can you feel more current coming from any particular direction right now? Maybe from that back wall? Or, uh, from over there or up through the floor? Can you tell us where the nearest source is right now?
Although Jimmy’s not telegraphing it, Chuck senses the trap.
He narrows his eyes.
CHUCK: Jimmy, do you have something in your pocket?
Jimmy's face crumples in annoyance. Caught.
JIMMY: Yes I do, as a matter of fact.
Takes out his cellphone, holds it up.
JIMMY: My cellphone. From this distance, you should feel it. And you don’t, do you?
CHAIRMAN: Mr. McGill, you were warned to leave your electronics outside!
Chuck, though, is eerily cool, calm and collected.
CHUCK: It’s alright! It’s alright. May I?
He reaches out, steadily, and takes the phone! Jesus! Is he white-knuckling it here, or..?
Without the slightest wince, he opens the back of the phone. Looks inside. And holds it up: empty!
CHUCK: Just as I thought! There’s no battery in here. You removed the battery. (He chuckles.) That’s a sorry little trick isn’t it?
Jimmy's impressed. He nods, seemingly rueful, as he takes his phone back.
JIMMY: Yeah, you got me, Chuck. Dead to rights. I removed the battery.
ALLEY: Objection!
The Chairman has just about had it with Jimmy.
CHAIRMAN: Sustained. You-- You've taken all the leeway you're getting, Mr. McGill. Wrap it up, fast.
Chuck’s losing his patience for Jimmy’s hijinks. Very aware of Rebecca’s eyes on him. If he were a dam in a disaster movie, there'd be a crack forming...
CHUCK: God, Jimmy! Don’t you know by know this is real? I feel this? It's a physical response to stimuli. It’s not a quirk! What do I have to do to prove it to you?
JIMMY: I don’t know, Chuck. Could you reach into your front pocket and tell me what’s there?
Chuck scoffs, rolls his eyes.
CHUCK: What now?
He reaches in, retrieves the thing from his pocket...
FUCK! It's a cellphone battery.
Like he's snake-bit, he FLINGS it down. The court cranes their necks to get a closer look.
JIMMY: Can you tell the court what that was?
CHUCK: (stunned) A battery.
Jimmy picks it up. Chuck cradles the hand that touched the battery. Feeling the burn.
ALLEY: Mr. Chairman, please--!
Jimmy pays no attention, steamrolling on. Nothing stops this train! He points to Huell in the audience.
JIMMY: Do you recognize that man in back? His name is Huell Babineaux -- he's on our witness list. You bumped into him in the stairway. He'll testify he'd planted this fully-charged battery on you over an hour and a half ago.
HUELL: Hour and forty-three minutes ago.
Jimmy: An hour and forty-three minutes! Thank you Mr. Babineaux. And you felt nothing!
By now, Jimmy has put the battery in the phone and powered it up. Its glow backs him up -- that battery’s got juice!
CHUCK: (confused) No, no, no. No, no, it's a trick! It has to--!
All of that happened fast enough that Jimmy could get away
with it, but now Alley's on his feet, objecting.
ALLEY: Enough is enough! I submit that Mr. McGill's mental illness is a non-issue. If he were schizophrenic --
Chuck: (what did he call me??) Schizo--!?
ALLEY: -- it wouldn’t take away from the fact that the defendant --
Hearing himself described -- here, at the Bar -- as "mentally ill" cuts Chuck to the quick. The dam gives way. All his rage, his hatred, his misery comes flooding out. Enough!
CHUCK: I AM NOT CRAZY!
Rebecca gasps. Jimmy's face falls.
CHUCK: I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was twelve-sixteen. One after Magna Carte, as if I could ever make such a mistake. Never! Never! I just-- I just couldn't prove it! He-He-He covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him...!
ALLEY Mr. McGill, please, you don't have to go any--
CHUCK: (over Alley, appealing to everyone and no one) You think this is something--? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse! That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No, he orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have, I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking?! He'll never change. He
He looks to the Committee. They’ve got to be on his side, right..?
CHUCK: And you, you have to stop him! You...
The room’s dead silent. Here is the Chuck Jimmy described: a sad case who can’t hold it together in the presence of a tiny battery. A man unglued and unwell.
Chuck looks around. Taking a breath. Understanding at last that he has lost. Too late, he composes himself.
CHUCK: I apologize. I lost my train of thought. Got carried away. (Diminished, to Jimmy) Do you have anything else?
Jimmy looks at his brother. The man he just buried.
JIMMY: (evenly) No. Nothing further.
Jimmy takes his seat, still watching Chuck. Kim looks at Jimmy, overwhelmed by the enormity of what she and Jimmy just did.
Chuck sinks down in his chair, spent. He stares at that damn EXIT sign. Still glowing.
The tiny HUM of it rises, slightly. Off this tableau, we...
END EPISODE
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