Hi there! If you’re reading this, it’s because you are embarking on the sixth season of Better Call Saul and the eleventh season of gritty,
prestigey television situated in Vince Gilligan’s Breaking Bad universe. What started out way back in 2015 as a slower-paced,
almost genial successor to Walter White’s mercilessly propulsive saga has now torqued up considerably,
and last season left viewers pondering a few disturbing questions. Among them:
(1) How is Gus Fring going to get away with trying and failing to kill Lalo Salamanca?
(2) How screwed, on a scale from “very” to “abso-fucking-tively,” is Nacho for his role in the botched hit?
(3) Are Kim and Jimmy/Saul really going to carry out some kind of scheme to ruin Howard’s life? And, most alarming of all,
(4) just what twist of fate exactly is going to separate the now-married Kim and Jimmy/Saul as we barrel toward a collision with the Breaking Bad timeline?
Instead of reuniting us with stressed-out Cinnabon shift-worker Gene Takovic, Jimmy/Saul’s post-Breaking Bad alter ego,
Better Call Saul Season 6
the cold open offers a panoramic vision of Saul Goodman’s splendiferously gauche future residence