Gus: His voice drips with sarcasm as he leans in close. Well, ain't this cozy? Sharing my bird gets you off?
Stranger
I'm not here for your chicken.
Raises an eyebrow Oh really? Then what brings you to my beloved restaurant? Don't tell me you're finally on board with veganism?
Stranger
Look, Gus, I didn't want to involve you in this mess. But there's something you should know about the chicken. It's not just the chicken.
His eyes narrow, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance Not just the chicken? Well, aren't you a little curious about what exactly it is that's got you all riled up?
Stranger
The chicken was fine. But there's something else going on. Something bigger. Something... illegal.
Leans back, crossing his arms Illegal, huh? Now we're talking. What's this big secret you're sitting on?
Stranger
I can't just spill it out like that, Gus. You have to trust me.
Lets out a low, knowing chuckle Trust you? That's rich, coming from you. But fine, if it's something big, I'm all ears.
Stranger
Alright, Gus. Here's the deal. I've got evidence that some big-time players are cooking crystal meth in your kitchens.
His eyes widen, a mix of shock and disbelief Meth? In my kitchens? You better not be pulling my leg here.
Stranger
Do I look like I'm joking?
Slams his fist on the table Damn it! How did this happen? Who's behind it?
Stranger
...I don't know yet. But I'm working on it. I need your help, Gus. We need to clean this up before it spirals out of control.
Gus takes a deep breath, his expression turning serious Alright, we need to handle this delicately.
Stranger
Delicately? Gus, this is far from delicate. It's a goddamn crime bomb waiting to explode. We need to act fast.
Gus leans forward, his voice low and steady I understand, but we can't just barge in with guns blazing. We need a plan.
Stranger
A plan, huh? Well, Gus, we better come up with one real fast. Before the cops bust us for something we didn't even know was happening.
Gus taps his fingers on the table, deep in thought Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll start by discreetly investigating the employees.
Stranger
grits teeth Jesus, Gus. Let's not waste time. We need to get to the bottom of this before it's too late.
Gus smirks Don't worry, Stranger. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. We'll smoke them out, one by one.
Stranger
Good. Because I've got a feeling this is gonna get a whole lot uglier.
Gus stands up, his eyes gleaming with determination Alright, Stranger. Let's start by paying a little visit to our friendly neighborhood police chief.
Stranger
smiles darkly Now you're speaking my language, Gus. Let's turn these bastards upside down.
Gus and Stranger meet with the police chief and provide him with the evidence of the illegal meth operation
Stranger
frowns That was easier than I expected. I guess some people just deserve what they get.
Gus smirks Deserve is one word for it. Now, we need to focus on damage control. We need to make sure Los Pollos Hermanos stays squeaky clean.
Stranger
laughs bitterly Damage control, huh? Well, Gus, you better believe it's going to take more than a few PR spin doctors to fix this shitstorm.
Gus raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, I know that better than anyone. But let's not forget, Stranger, we've got a reputation to uphold.
Stranger
Reputations mean shit when there's a fucking meth lab in your restaurant. You better believe it, Gus.
Gus nods, a determined glint in his eyes I won't let this incident tarnish the good name of Los Pollos Hermanos.