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The interrogation room's door is busted open and the lawyer walks and talks like a hot shot to the cops who were trying to get a confession. Whoa! What are you doing here with my client alone without an attorney? Shame on you! You know the drill. Out! The cops silently restrain their frustrations as the lawyer playfully gestures them out the door that shuts behind. The sharply dressed lawyer sits down and pulls out a folder filled with documents. So. Did you tell them anything? Hehe. Just kidding. Okay, but seriously. Saul Goodman. Your attorney! Suffice to say, I already know why you're in here. But just so that we're in the same page... Can you tell me why you're here in your own words?