Hey, Trash. This was an eventful week, and not necessarily a good one, so let’s just get into the previouslies.
Jimmy took his cocobolo desk back to the ABQ. Kim went all Helen Reddy and roared. Chuck sucked. Howard had daddy issues. Kim lured Mesa Verde to her side. Chuck subjected himself to his totally fake illness to steal them back. Jimmy got pissed and decided to get his revenge on Chuck with the cunning deployment of a glue stick and x-acto blade. Nacho proved he was a lousy boyfriend by dumping Mike as soon as he got what he wanted, leaving Mike to deal with Tio’s fallout.
Phew.
Anyway, Chuck’s getting dressed for work and he’s not putting on his space blanket suit. *confused Scooby Doo face* Turns out Howard’s there to take him down to City Hall and its metal detectors. Knowing there are a million ways this can all go straight to hell and Mesa Verde will realize they took advice from a loon, Howard suggests that Chuck doesn’t have to go since it’s really just a formality, anyway.
The moment Chuck went the full Kurtz.
But Chuck’s massive ego enjoys a good victory lap at Jimmy’s expense more than keeping up his fake disease, so he insists. As they drive off, Jimmy’s hiding behind the tree in the park across from Chuck’s house watching them. I’m sure this is not at all and in no way sketchy.
Once down at City Hall, Chuck claps his hands because, like a big boy, he walked through the metal detector all on his own and didn’t have a hissy fit or a fake fainting spell or nothing. With that hurdle crossed, they have a hearing with the New Mexico Banking Board.
Kevin from Mesa Verde is making his pitch, assuming that since he has “the best” lawyers, as per Chuck’s pitch, that it’s just for show. Until the aide comes in and starts whispering with the board. They ask Wachtell for the address of the proposed site.
Oh … Jimmy.
They argue back and forth, and even between Paige and Chuck about whether it’s “1216 Rosella” or “1261 Rosella.” But Chuck’s such a massive, oozing pustule on the asshole of life, he tells Paige that she’s mistaken. His paperwork says 1216 and he can’t possibly be wrong. They bicker, they argue, Chuck implicitly gets off some mild, if expected, sexism when he listens to Kevin over Paige but he finally accepts that he may actually be wrong. And so is the filing he prepared.
Realizing that his worst nightmare has come true, and he’s just another fallible human being, Chuck asks for a recess to resubmit the corrected paperwork. Nope. Turns out the banking board isn’t a rubber stamp and they already did their due diligence on the wrong site. You’d think the person who jerked off to how much he knows about compliance law would have known that.
Whatever, the illustrious custodian of the law, Chuck McGill, starts tap-dancing by literally trying to find ways around the law, but sucks to be Chuck. He’ll have to wait six weeks like the rest of us mortals. Chuck starts getting twitchy and staring at the light that keeps crackling as Howard fumes, Mesa Verde gets a glimpse into just how bugnut crazy Chuck is and the board just keeps saying Nope.
The moment you realize you’ve made a horrible mistake.
Meanwhile, Jimmy sneaked into Chuck’s house before Howard and Chuck were off the street, replacing the doctored documents with the originals.
Oh … Jimmy.
Howard manages to bumrush Chuck home, who then bitchily grabs his space blanket to double check that he’s right, dammit. HE’S RIGHT! Howard gets that patronizing tone a parent uses on a tired, cranky child explaining that people makes mistakes which sets off a non-electric lightbulb over Chuck’s head.
Down at the new Wexler McGill shared offices, Jimmy and Kim are having an adorable time removing the dentist chairs and talking about what the phrase “lift from the knees” even means. There’s a montage where they prep and paint one of the offices a hideous shade of rust but who cares! Kim gets a call from Paige. Mesa Verde is dumping HHM like a beer-goggled one-night stand. Jimmy’s supportive and pretending he has no idea what happened with Mesa Verde, but he knows she can handle the job.
The moment you realize your boyfriend is shadier than you thought.
No time to celebrate, though. Kim gets a second call from Ernie, asking her to come pick up the Mesa Verde boxes from Chuck’s. Jimmy’s voice is practically quavering when he’s all “Do you want me to come?” Luckily, Kim’s gotten good at ignoring Jimmy’s tells and brings him along, so long as he promises he’s going to actually help and not just gloat. He admits that it’s some from column A and some from column B.