He lives and works in the cramped, cinder-block back room of a nail and waxing salon in an Albuquerque, N.M., strip mall.
He drives a car so trashed-out, junky-looking and old that it's impossible to determine its make.
And he practices law from the men's room in the county courthouse, on public defender cases handed to him like scraps of food to an annoying dog. When he leaves, he almost never has the validation stickers or cash to get his car past a surly parking lot attendant.
Welcome to the world of Jimmy McGill, a young lawyer with a bad wig and the gift of gab, an archetypal American con man on his way to becoming Saul Goodman of the "Breaking Bad"...