I mean, imagine Breaking Bad pulling off a wry, bemusing scene like that last one with Jimmy and Kim smoking in the holding cell? Or, a few moments later, the finger-guns callback! At the end of the day, this is—was!—a show about a few endearing but deeply flawed characters, a great if extremely unlikely and messed-up romance, and lots and lots of ingenious long cons. And that is why we love it.
It’s also a show that wears its love-hate relationship with the law on its sleeve, which made it extra fun to see Bill Oakley return for a key role as Saul/Jimmy’s co-counsel. It was also nice to see Kim ditch her Stepford life at Palm Coast Sprinkler in favor of some rewarding pro-bono administrative work. If she’s going to lose everything she owns to Cheryl Hamlin, she might as well do what she loves!
And of course it makes sense for a show about the law, in all its maddening imperfection, to end with plea deals, courtroom revelations, and, ultimately, prison. Yes, Jimmy asked the court to use his given name, but there was never any doubt that, to the inmates he’ll be spending the next 85 (give or take) years of his life with, he would be, now and forever, “Better Call Saul.” He’s a folk hero, representing the idea that everyone, and I mean everyone, deserves a “vigorous defense.” As such, we can rest assured that he’ll be looked after, even inside the Alcatraz of the Rockies.
Maybe it’s not such a bad life for Jimmy. He doesn’t have to hang out with people like Walter, Chuck, and Howard, who make him feel inferior. He can put his Cinnabon baking skills to work. And, with any luck, he can enjoy the occasional visit from the one person alive who ever really got him.
Given how dark his post-Kim life had become, I’d say that’s a pretty good deal.