[ Lalo is clearly buying what Saul is selling; whatever suspicions he had seem to melt away almost instantly.
But he talks like he's just realizing that quote-unquote "normal" people actually get really shaken up by being kidnapped.
Oh, being kidnapped is infuriating for Lalo. Bartending and card dealing are very fun, but they're not enough to keep him occupied and the same boring routine, day after day, is slowly wearing on whatever passes for Lalo's sanity. And it's not like he doesn't worry about how Salamanca operations are doing without him.
But he's also unshakably confident in his ability to find some way out eventually, even if it will take time and probably won't be by buying his way out the way the casino suggests he can. It doesn't occur to him to be afraid or broken up about it.
Lalo begins to put back all of the drawers he just dumped out, and while Lalo hides it well, Saul has doubtless dealt with enough drug addicts at this point to know certified tweaker behavior when he sees it. Lalo is always hard to read and often unpredictable even sober, but it might not be far off to suspect he's currently on something.
What can he say? He's bored, okay. He needs something to do.
One of the drawers -- which worked just fine before he dumped it out -- squeaks now. Lalo pushes it in and out, in and out, frowning, trying to figure out what he needs to do to fix it.
He talks without looking at Saul, returning to the topic of that self-important asshole who sued him. ]
Yeah, so, the guy! He was saying all this shit about how blah blah she's his daughter, he can buy a drink for her if he wants to. I told him not at my bar, asshole, I don't know she's your kid. [ Even high, even as sociopathic as he always is whether inebriated or not, Lalo has learned some idea of how to unfold the details of a story in a way that will make Saul accept it more easily. He hopes. ]
I mean, if someone wants to buy alcohol for their kid, fuck it. I don't care. I don't give a shit. You know? But they do. [ He pauses meaningfully, trusting Saul will understand that he means whoever brought them here. His attempts to get a meeting have failed. Frustratingly.
They also tend to frown on stabbings, of course, but Lalo cares less about that because the heart of the issue isn't the underage girl or the alcohol and more that... ]
So then he says he knows guys in this motorcycle gang we've [ he might mean the cartel; but he might also mean you-and-me, just like Saul did, because Saul is a friend of the cartel, right? ] been trying to steal territory from, so I had to stab him! You would have --
[ A pause. ]
Nah, you wouldn't've. But you understand why I had to. [ He looks up at Saul and grins. Then goes back to fumbling with the squeaky drawer. ]
cw: brief drug mention
[ Lalo is clearly buying what Saul is selling; whatever suspicions he had seem to melt away almost instantly.
But he talks like he's just realizing that quote-unquote "normal" people actually get really shaken up by being kidnapped.
Oh, being kidnapped is infuriating for Lalo. Bartending and card dealing are very fun, but they're not enough to keep him occupied and the same boring routine, day after day, is slowly wearing on whatever passes for Lalo's sanity. And it's not like he doesn't worry about how Salamanca operations are doing without him.
But he's also unshakably confident in his ability to find some way out eventually, even if it will take time and probably won't be by buying his way out the way the casino suggests he can. It doesn't occur to him to be afraid or broken up about it.
Lalo begins to put back all of the drawers he just dumped out, and while Lalo hides it well, Saul has doubtless dealt with enough drug addicts at this point to know certified tweaker behavior when he sees it. Lalo is always hard to read and often unpredictable even sober, but it might not be far off to suspect he's currently on something.
What can he say? He's bored, okay. He needs something to do.
One of the drawers -- which worked just fine before he dumped it out -- squeaks now. Lalo pushes it in and out, in and out, frowning, trying to figure out what he needs to do to fix it.
He talks without looking at Saul, returning to the topic of that self-important asshole who sued him. ]
Yeah, so, the guy! He was saying all this shit about how blah blah she's his daughter, he can buy a drink for her if he wants to. I told him not at my bar, asshole, I don't know she's your kid. [ Even high, even as sociopathic as he always is whether inebriated or not, Lalo has learned some idea of how to unfold the details of a story in a way that will make Saul accept it more easily. He hopes. ]
I mean, if someone wants to buy alcohol for their kid, fuck it. I don't care. I don't give a shit. You know? But they do. [ He pauses meaningfully, trusting Saul will understand that he means whoever brought them here. His attempts to get a meeting have failed. Frustratingly.
They also tend to frown on stabbings, of course, but Lalo cares less about that because the heart of the issue isn't the underage girl or the alcohol and more that... ]
So then he says he knows guys in this motorcycle gang we've [ he might mean the cartel; but he might also mean you-and-me, just like Saul did, because Saul is a friend of the cartel, right? ] been trying to steal territory from, so I had to stab him! You would have --
[ A pause. ]
Nah, you wouldn't've. But you understand why I had to. [ He looks up at Saul and grins. Then goes back to fumbling with the squeaky drawer. ]