At a motel in Redding County, Alabama, Guerrero forges a passport for his childhood friend, Jerry Mopes. Jerry tries to share his troubles with Guerrero, but he doesn't want to hear it. He tells his friend to lay low and avoid drug running, and confirms that the package Jerry sent him is safe back in San Francisco. They embrace and Jerry prepares to leave, and Guerrero makes sure he pays up before he goes...Read the full recap
Right up to air time, this episode was scheduled for 9/8, on Wednesday, January 12, 2011. However, it was bumped at the last minute for the Tucson Memorial Service and then Hell's Kitchen to fill out the time slot.
Guerrero: Don't worry, got your back. Have since the third grade.
Jerry Mobbs: That's when Bobby Green jumped me at recess, and I gave you a quarter to put him in crutches.
Guerrero: Yeah, yeah. First special job.
Jerry Mobbs: Hey. Thanks, man. (they hug)
Guerrero: Hey, Jerry.
Jerry Mobbs: Yeah?
Guerrero: Five thousand dollars.
Jerry Mobbs: Why of course. Yeah.
Guerrero: Of course.
Jerry Mobbs: Price has gone up over the years.
Guerrero: You got the friends and family discount.
Christopher: (about Guerrero) You know, he's probably just out of town on some work-related matter.
Ilsa: But he works here.
Christopher: Side jobs.
Ilsa: What kind of side jobs?
Winston: Some times... you don't want to know.
Christopher: Probably safer for all of us that way.
Winston: You know, I've been working with Guerrero for six years, and I don't even know his first name. Do you?
Christopher: Yeah, he changes it every now and again.
Winston: Man is a mystery wrapped in a box tied off with an enigma.
Ames: So he wouldn't use the year he was born, or year he got married... is he even married?
Ilsa: Not according to his tax form. But how reliable that information is, I couldn't say.
Ames: So what do we know about Guerrero?
Ilsa: That he... wears glasses.
Christopher: I thought you might get lonely.
Guerrero: Don't get lonely, dude. Prefer the company of a good book to most people.
Bubba: They want the notebook.
Guerrero: Yeah? I want you to piss off. We all don't get what we want, now do we?
Bubba: There's four of us now.
Christopher: Well, there's only two of us. I mean, it's... it's hardly fair.
Bubba: Tell your friend to cooperate.
Guerrero: He meant for you guys, bro.
Winston: Well, two days, just like we said.
Guerrero: You said one.
Winston: He said one.
Christopher: Well, that was just for effect. Two was more realistic.
Guerrero: Uh-huh. I could have done it in one.
Winston: You know, a simple thank you would... who am I talking to, Mr. Manners?
Christopher: You're welcome!
Winston: I don't know what you do with your free time, but following me to Sunday bowling league? Seriously, you need a hobby.
Guerrero: And you need to work on your follow-through. It's all in the wrist.