So, Mike didn't fill him in, huh? That's Nacho's guess anyway, judging by how Jimmy is just standing by the side of the road, a confused expression on his face like he's looking for somebody.

Great.

So. Okay. How does he go about this?

Nacho's stomach does a little flip, glancing at all of those cops hanging around. What the fuck even happened in that shopping center? Who picks a busy shopping mall to commit a crime at anyway?

Frustrated but desperate enough to risk it, there's the loud, high-pitched squeal of tires as Nacho's van comes pulling up to the curb where Jimmy is standing. He leans out the window and hisses only two simple words.

"Get in."