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La polizia di Omaha, Nebraska, ha appena catturato uno degli uomini più ricercati del momento.
Dietro quei baffoni incolti e quegli occhialoni da uomo navigato e per bene, si nasconde l'avvocato dei criminali, l'avvocato senza cui Heisenberg non sarebbe mai riuscito a farla franca cosi a lungo ed a costruire un impero della droga cosi forte e prosperoso.
La polizia, incredula, guarda in loop i video commerciali, le pubblicità che avevano reso Saul Goodman un Vip oltre che un avvocato di grande successo. Sono quegli stessi video che Gene guardava, con malinconia, sin dal pilot (qui trovate un'analisi del primo episodio dello show, recensione che ha siglato l'inizio della mia nuova rubrica chiamata "Operazione Pilot") e che hanno permesso a Marion di accertarsi che quell'uomo affabile che la spingeva a casa, in carrozzina, la allietava con pomeriggi interi trascorsi insieme e che si intratteneva con suo figlio Jeffie, altri non era che Saul Goodman.

Una scritta sul muro pare ispirare Gene e sembra riaccendere il Saul Goodman dei tempi andati.
Qualcuno che aveva occupato quella cella prima di lui aveva lasciato un monito, un avvertimento a chiunque la leggesse, un biglietto scolpito nella pietra in cui avvertiva che il proprio avvocato, parafrasando, sarebbe riuscito a farlo uscire vivo da li.
E' lì che Gene si accende e infiamma Saul.
La sequenza successiva vede il baffuto Goodman chiamare un numero all'altro capo degli Stati Uniti D'America.

C'è uno stacco.
La telecamera ci porta nel bianco e nero di un parcheggio sopraelevato del tribunale di Albuquerque.
E' li che troviamo Bill Oakley che, con tono sicuro, cercando di far trasparire esperienza e fiducia, risponde al telefono.
Saul ingaggia il suo compagno/nemico di sventure, uomo che, al contrario di Saul, ha puntato tutto sulla legittimità delle proprie, timide, azioni legali.
Nella mente di Saul riaffiorano le tante chiacchierate davanti alla macchinetta del caffè e la certezza che, con Oakley a rappresentarlo, sarà Saul a guidare il pulman che lo condurrà fino alla prossima fermata, presumibilmente in galera ma a modo suo, secondo le sue condizioni.

Sono dei piedi quelli che incontriamo subito dopo. Indossano delle ciabatte. E' ancora in bianco e nero la scena. Siamo ancora nel post Breaking Bad. Siamo ancora nell'epoca di Gene.
Lo scrosciare metallico di catene ci accompagna verso il volto del nostro protagonista.
I baffi son spariti, insieme a loro anche gli occhiali.
Nessuna giacca, nessuna cravatta, nessuna camicia ma una maglia, presumibilmente arancione o grigia, con la scritta DCCC. E' la maglia che indossano i carcerati mentre un processo li attende, mentre vengono trattenuti in custodia, mentre sono nel limbo fra la libertà e la privazione della stessa. E' la stessa maglia che, in uno dei teaser trailer della sesta stagione, chiudeva la raffica di indumenti presenti all'interno dell'immaginario armadio di Saul.
Ancora una volta, Gilligan e Gould ci avevano già preannunciato tutto.
Ad attendere Saul una pletora di avvocati d'accusa.
Di fronte a loro Oakley ed il suo "collega" Goodman.
Dall'altro lato della stanza, dietro il classico vetro a specchio che abbiamo visto in mille polizieschi, vi è anche Marie Shrader, vedova di Hank, ucciso dei nazi durante il terzultimo episodio di Breaking Bad, quell'Ozymandias che ancora oggi è l'unico episodio su IMDB ad avere un punteggio di 10/10 (e questo dovrebbe farci rendere conto della perfezione e della durata della perfezione del lavoro di Gilligan e soci in questo universo narrativo).

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It's the end.
It's the end of the run.
For Gene. For Viktor. For Saul.
And for Jimmy?
Police in Omaha, Nebraska, have just captured one of the most wanted men of the moment.
Behind that unkempt moustache and those goggles of a seasoned, well-to-do man is the criminals' lawyer, the lawyer without whom Heisenberg could never have gotten away with so much for so long and built such a strong and prosperous drug empire.
The police, incredulous, watch on a loop the commercial videos, the advertisements that had made Saul Goodman a VIP as well as a highly successful lawyer. It is those same videos that Gene had been watching, wistfully, since the pilot (you can find a review of the show's first episode here, a review that sealed the beginning of my new column called "Operation Pilot") and that allowed Marion to ascertain that the affable man who pushed her home, in a wheelchair, cheered her with whole afternoons spent together, and who hung out with his son Jeffie, was none other than Saul Goodman.
A constant reminder, a continual reference back to itself, a closing of the circle that Better Call Saul accomplishes many times in this splendid and highly edited episode.
The police, we said, are incredulous but the one to be most incredulous is Gene.

This is How They Get You
Like a mantra, like a refrain, like a continuous and fractious J'Accuse toward himself, Gene, trapped in the few square feet of his cell, cannot get his head around what has happened.
He, who had always managed to get away with it.
He, who always had an ace up his sleeve.
He, who always managed to be 10 steps ahead of others.
He, the only survivor of the carnage caused by Heisenberg.
He, the only true survivor of the Breaking Bad universe (Jesse Pinkman excluded).
He, had he been recognized by a little old lady?
Had he been caught by neighborhood cops, pot-bellied, clumsy, and uncaring?
Had his last breath of freedom been the flatulent smell of a garbage can filled with every scrap?
Gene could not get over it.
Gene hits the door of his cell with his fist, just as Walter White hit, years earlier, the wall-mounted hair dryer in that bathroom.
Despair becomes a barely audible cry, the crying becomes a sneer, the sneer a hysterical laugh.
A writing on the wall seems to inspire Gene and seems to rekindle the Saul Goodman of days gone by.
Someone who had occupied that cell before him had left a warning, a warning to anyone who read it, a note carved in stone warning that their lawyer, paraphrasing, would be able to get him out of there alive.
It is there that Gene lights up and ignites Saul.
The next sequence sees the mustachioed Goodman calling a number on the other end of the United States of America.

There is a cut-off.
The camera takes us into the black and white of an elevated parking lot of the Albuquerque courthouse.
It is there that we find Bill Oakley confidently, trying to exude experience and confidence, answering the phone.
Saul engages his partner/enemy in misfortune, a man who, unlike Saul, has staked everything on the legitimacy of his own, tentative, legal actions.
In Saul's mind resurface the many chats in front of the coffee machine and the certainty that, with Oakley representing him, it will be Saul who will drive the bus that will take him to his next stop, presumably to jail but on his own terms.
As he himself will say, answering the more than natural question asked by Oakley about what Saul expects from all this given the overwhelming evidence against him, the expectation is that he will stay "on top" and come out on top, again.
Like any self-respecting cockroach, Saul believes that he can survive anything, that he can emerge from a nuclear catastrophe intact, as if nothing happened.
His "confidence" is frightening. Even now, even in a tunnel with no exit, even when the trials are many, perhaps too many, and the fate plotted, Saul believes he can pull the rabbit out of the hat.
What will he have in mind?
Another small break awaits us.

It is feet that we meet immediately afterwards. They are wearing flip-flops. It's still a black and white scene. We are still in the post-Breaking Bad era. We are still in the era of Gene.
The metallic clanking of chains accompanies us toward the face of our protagonist.
The mustache is gone, along with them the glasses.
No jacket, no tie, no shirt but a shirt, presumably orange or gray, with DCCC written on it. It is the shirt that prisoners wear while a trial awaits them, while they are being held in custody, while they are in limbo between freedom and deprivation of it. It is the same shirt that, in one of the teaser trailers for season six, closed the barrage of clothing inside Saul's imaginary closet.
Once again, Gilligan and Gould had already foreshadowed everything.
Waiting for Saul was a plethora of prosecuting attorneys.
Opposite them Oakley and his "colleague" Goodman.
On the other side of the room, behind the classic mirrored glass we have seen in a thousand detective stories, there is also Marie Shrader, widow of Hank, killed by the Nazis during the third-to-last episode of Breaking Bad, that Ozymandias which still is the only episode on IMDB to have a score of 10/10 (and this should make us realize the perfection and durability of Gilligan and co.'s work in this fictional universe).
Once they have finished reading the various charges against Saul, and made it clear that a life sentence and dozens and dozens more years in prison await him, the prosecution proposes a plea bargain.
It will be 30 years that Saul will spend in prison.
In this way he may see the light when the twilight of life is now there to keep him company.
And here, begins Saul Goodman's first show in this episode, a show that, in fact, will also be Saul's last if we consider that what he will do in court will be staged by Jimmy and not by Saul.

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